Gun shots. and. bombs.
Hear my heart beat. Cop cars.
My mouth opens to scream
but no sound comes forth.
Again, gun. shots. and. bombs.
Firing away at my poor tattered soul. Sirens wail;
sadness sweeps the world over. Cries rise up
and are crushed
by the weight
by the enormity of the desolation
choked with despair. We are at war.
Their voices are not heard though they cry out in the night,
throughout the day, and right in our faces.
Yet we turn them away. Fear.
A weapon for cowards and manipulators.
Those who protect and those who deceive
are not all that different, sometimes.