When that blade cuts through flesh like butter,
and a human head is severed clean,
sawn through vessels, muscle and bone,
as lifeless eyes stare back vacantly, glazed,
do you wonder if a thought prevails,
or where the soul has gone?
Do you become elated in your cruelty,
perhaps exhilarated in thinking
you hold a power, something of importance,
or is it the pleasure of tasking life,
a fascination of how fragile we all are,
or maybe its a turn on to make a life bleed?
It all seems so matter-of-fact,
no qualms or hesitation felt
for the suffering and removal of a life unlived,
or perhaps you, in some dark quiet place,
can feel an anguish burning,
for the evil that lives within, lost to sin.
How futile your life, with what you have chosen,
to disregard value and justify death,
for a flimsy human belief,
and how reduced you have become,
to just a machine of destruction,
with not a clue; an animal would be a compliment.
I am amazed at how easy it is
to fall to malicious cruelty,
to deliberate acts of genocide,
driven by blind and ignorant beliefs,
that have no substance, just insanity;
how cheap life has become.
Any being who kills so freely and without qualm,
even enjoys the act, is less than human,
and no matter what led them to these atrocities,
they are personally lost beyond redemption,
and on an earth that continuously seeks peace,
these people have no place.
Tony DeLorger © 2016