Broken grey bodies,

Grotesque, dust coated blood.

Limbs in precarious positions,

Resemble the land’s human cud.

Cries, wails, discovery

Of an unimaginable story.

Heartbreak, fear and pain,

The narrative of cowardly glory.

Innocents, eyes wide in terror,

Seeing at first hand

The devil of destruction

Invading their homeland.

Fingers on the trigger,

Just a single button to press,

Deliver nightmares unimaginable

Forever nights evading rest.

Two faces, split tongues,

Eyes watching all around

To see what words are needed now

To ensure loyalty is bound.

While you pray to your Gods for forgiveness

With another’s beating heart in your hand,

Your belief in superiority

And assumed level of command.

Where in any rule of life

Does it say one is better than another?

One is more disposable,

Has less worth, doesn’t matter?

You assume you are the commander

Yet hang on a puppeteers’ strings,

Lording your judgement and status

Blinded by narcissistic misgivings.

Eating your fat dinners

While other bellies protrude

And complaining of indigestion

While others on their tongues chew.

Sat on your mounds of gold and jewels

So full you cannot rise

To see beyond your own pulpit

At the destruction and despise.

The macabre theatre of humanity

You create plays to suit your tune.

Looking down with contempt and presumption

Covering reality with your rotten perfume.

And while you syphon sustenance,

To excuse your misguided minds,

The affected climb from scars of soil

And question the meaning of mankind.

A game of chess between innocence and greed,

Clear advantage on one side,

No pawns to move, no knights, no king,

Leaves your opponent open wide.

With no defence, no shields to raise,

Only hands to submit in surrender,

You turn your eyes towards the bigger prize

Ego, currency and plunder.

Only when the flags are raised

And the world’s eyes see what’s truly done

Do you wear your mask of apology

And regret, until the next one.

And so it seems that forever

The human need to push and pull,

Making for themselves a better place

Whilst spinning new veils of wool.