InjusticeA Poem by RebeccaRose
Bang.
The initial bomb goes off. An explosion so loud, yet so soft. Incineration, countless instantly dead. No one for a square mile bled. Cauterized within seconds they were. Panic and screams swirl into a blur. Buildings, homes, chipping away like chalk. Bodies and bricks littered the sidewalk. Some are blinded, some are maimed. Terrified, scrambling along the remains. A shadow at my feet, coming from above. We wanted this, when push comes to shove. Looking up, helicopters, and planes. Smoking, burning, killing, One became two, then twenty, The sky went dark. Awaiting the snark: Alarms and sirens screamed all across the city. Nuclear war was started, with no one to pity. There's no mercy until the killing ends. We wouldn't be fighting a war to seek friends. The funny thing is that we fight our kind. Divided by appearances, but yet we are blind. Divide and conquer, separate us all. Will the chaos cease when humans fall? Can we stop, do we have time still? How will it be, your very first kill? A man, you shot him, through is right eye socket. But didn't see his son's photo in his jacket pocket. His wife had died last year, and his mother stepped in. You didn't know him or how hard his life had been. But he was an enemy, that's all they said. They told you enough to want him dead. Judgement is needed, we cannot all be blind. Killing ourselves and evolving centuries behind. And how many animals kill their own breed, Over politics, territory, power, or greed? We are the mammals who haven't grown. The proof in our history clearly has shown. Based on color, wealth, and political side. Letting propaganda and illusion be our biased guide. I bet you can't think of a reason why, We feel it's okay to let children die. Justifying it with imaginary borders. Classifying massacre as restoring world order. © 2020 RebeccaRoseAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 1, 2017 Last Updated on February 17, 2020 AuthorRebeccaRoseReading, PAAbout| Rebecca | Aquarius | '96 Aspiring writer, professional cynicist, disappointment since day one. Hoping for the best in life... but, HA! I'm not an idiot. more..Writing
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