By Rumple Oxbridge (The Pacific’s unreal radical rhymer)
How many mothers can it kill,
this “mother of all bombs?”
It’s only dropped on terrorists
we’re certain have no wombs.
What is the mother of this bomb–
fear, or hate, or profit?
Your question makes no sense to us.
Our job is just to drop it.
How can you be so sure this bomb
is not the daughter of another?
There is an even bigger one
we call “God the Father.”