Lead in the head, brain damage dead.
Shrapnel bursting, severs the spine,
lifetime left, wheelchair confined.
Bombs, grenades, landmines, arms, legs, appendages redefined.
Youthful bodies, sacrificial fodder, the feeding frenzy
of war arsenal generals, racing to their tables, stars pinned to lapels.
Cabinet appointed brass display their bravado in publicly posted press
conferences, lights gleaming, well rehearsed,
courageously toting charts and maps.
Smokescreen, propaganda, soundbite hype.
One world we live.
Does the glossy photos and overdose of patriotic shellac
cover the stains of political manifestoes gone mad?
For flag, for God, for country, salute, handshake, wave.
Soldiers trained, weapons sold.
Pistols, rifles, Trident missiles.
War planes, armored tanks, nuclear silos.
A booming business, stocks, bonds, capital gains,
shareholder notes.
Vultures circling the dead, war merchants gloat.
Defense councils drool, foaming at the mouth,
waiting for another bloodbath to unfold.
And in the far off distance, directly under our nose,
reverent words are whispered under the domes of hushed cathedrals
and brick buildings of spiritual silence, saying,
“ For it is written ‘Thou shall not kill."
Lead in the head, brain damage dead.
by swan
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