Oh for the Day When the Bombs Stop Falling
POETRY FORMAT, 20 Jul 2026
Caitlin Johnstone - TRANSCEND Media Service
When the humans stop biting and stabbing each other and spraying everything with blood and oil.
17 Jul 2026
Oh for the day
when the bombs stop falling.
When the humans stop biting
and stabbing each other
and spraying everything
with blood and oil.
When the men remove
their iron breastplates
and stand tender and vulnerable
in their original beauty.
When the women retrieve
their tongues
from the lead-lined jars
in the basement
and sing feral and free
beneath the streetlights.
When we release the eels
and arrows from our bellies
and stop bracing for the impact
of the fists of our fathers.
When we vomit out
the nattering humonculi
in our skulls
and live
in our natural serenity.
When we stop taking orders
from the bank boys
and money men
and join hands with the cousins
they trained us to snarl at.
When we turn the gunships
into gardens
and make the robots
work for us.
When we come together
as native terrestrials
against the freaks
with mechanical minds.
That will be the beginning.
That will be our birth day.
That will be the dawn
of a wild and wonderful
adventure.
Good morning.
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Caitlin Johnstone is a rogue journalist, poet, and utopia prepper. Contact: admin@caitlinjohnstone.com
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Caitlin Johnstone’s poem is poetic and political; realistically appraising where we are now: “taking orders from the bankmen and moneymen and join hands with the cousins they taught us to snarl at.” We must build a new world together! That will be our birthday–the dawn of a new and wonderful adventure.” We must succeed: We owe it to the memories of the best of our past. We owe it to the best world we can imagine in our future.