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Monster of Our Creation

written by: Jose A. Tovar

The oblivion in my mouth:

I swallow the eternal night.

The sour bile in my heart:

My body burns with self-annihilation.

The hate painfully consuming my soul,

Melting my skin to the bone.

The burning stench overtaking the air,

Lingering as a reminder of death.

War.

The product and simultaneous enemy

Of humans—an attack against life and love.

What irony is found in this bloodthirsty

Indiscriminating executioner, always.

War.

What we use for glorious conquest

Turns against our humanity and ultimately

Becomes our most deadly oppressor—

A monster of our creation that knows

No friend to protect or master to obey.

War.

It is a tribal fire that burns itself out.

Only with countless deaths of battlefield

Proportions does it appease its craving of

Devouring our savage hearts and brutal souls

Until none are left to see the light of day.