The nightly news replays
breaking news of those
suffering from a conflict for profit.
Smoke bellows above the horizon
from missile strikes.
We pretend the dead
aren’t people or else
we’d have their death
on our conscience.
Families talk to the TV,
but it says nothing in return.
Warplanes bomb neighborhoods.
And divided opinions blur morality.
But only the poor crawl
out of smashed concrete.
A girl’s family died,
but a kitten snuggled in her arms.
She cried before an ironic smile
flashed across her face.
One nation hails victory
at the expense of hundreds
of thousands of people.
Peacekeepers call for more bombs
to drop insight on sight
as collective punishment
as though human beings
bend only to the will of might
but the mighty bend the will
of those aimlessly bombing
homes.
The unsuspecting victims
meet their end with the impact,
collapsing the homes
they just finished paying off.
One nation panics over famine.
Congratulations.
Now, they all hate us!