How can I ignore the pleas,
thousands of souls begging for release,
a fate oncoming, written in time,
unavoidable, intended and so maligned.
I can hear their cries of pain,
their hopeless recognition of the profane,
the madness in flow to manifest,
the death of so many, so pointless.
Yet is comes, like the dawning of a new day,
sunless and dark in every way,
life cast aside so recklessly, without compassion,
the value of life just collateral, an acceptable action.
How can any soul agree,
to waste life truly meant to be,
for some meagre gain of political play,
in a world yearning for a better way.
And still the wheels turn, plans in place,
for pointless death in loathed disgrace,
as those with power wring their hands,
their coffers brimming, at their command.
While death squirms and suffering groans,
souls of beauty so weak and prone,
as bullets fly and bombs collide,
till dust is all that remains in red attire.
Babies still with vacant eyes,
limbs dismembered, vaporised,
and bodies line the streets as if rubble,
once joy and laughter, death for their trouble.
And soldiers blink the sight just bland,
acceptance neat an empowered brand,
as dispensable life is just a righteous act,
when reason replaced with lies called facts.
And the world swoons, in blood-soaked plumes,
wondering why this happened, yet again,
and minds question life at all,
we godless beings of endless sin.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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