Existence? In a world where one’s deed kill another

Anxious hope in the air.

Plastered frowns on brown faces.

Bloody eyes trace the dusty sky.

Dread expects all places.

But eyes narrow, doubt sets in.

Telling all it’s about to begin:

The start of relief’s reveal.

The sound of a happy squeal.

The time for a square meal.

The time for…

Alas, it’s Death breaking the silence,

Grey trails of smoke lifting it off the ground.

Reality kicks in: there is no relief.

Reality kicks in: there is no happy sound.

They speak, they scream,

White faces turn red.

They hit, they smash,

Warm flesh against metal.

Field red; soul solid black.

Field red; burning necks slack.

Fists clench on seeing shot heads of brethren.

“We need this war, there’s no other way.”

Fists loosen when cold revenge drops dead.

“They are collateral damage; it’s destiny’s play.”

All eat chocolate cake.

None pick metal from infants’ eyes.

All smile in suits of diplomacy.

None die naked under ashen skies.

All speak gilded words.

None slay unborn dreams.

All tour the enemy’s land.

None inhabit unfree regimes.

And thus it is that

Screams persist, hope dies.

Reality sticks, doubt flies.

Smiles persist, infants die.

Pretense sticks, dreams fly.

Half the rats pull strings to compel

Dante’s sin of death of peace.

While half the lot veil in silence

Behind option of duty- this civilian release!

The strings choke a mother to death

While the veil gags, nice and tense.

The sin rewards with cash and might

As the silence applauds its own ignorance.

Oh, how poised the world is!

As one poisons and another dies.

With the rule ruthlessly ruling the ruled,

Protocol mingling with hopeless cries.

Don’t dare complain, It’s all too fair.

You reap what you sow, You do your share.

Mind us decreeing what is to be sown?

Of course you don’t, you helpless bod!

For you are a mere pawn in the snare

And we the Devil of the great unwashed.