I am rage reborn
for seeing pain
reformed from
the darkest corners,
that I thought we had
softly sanded for
sanity and safety’s sake.
Instead, we turn them from
smooth circle tables of
accepting love
where all are equal
to jagged edges of destruction,

Today has born
this ****** sequel
from these filthy forms
of violence.
Look at that child,
that refugee
who was turned away.
Look at that broken person
who looks to you for hope.

Look at the drone.
See the money made
by wealthy fools
playing foolish war games.
Their turn is done,
the cards they play
are the joker’s cap
red running stain.

Look at the child
who was once so lovely.
Now he rots under
the rubble of his city.
Now his sister is *****.
His mother is incinerated.
His father is decapitated,
and the progenitor of
his suffering is celebrated
and elevated by the masses.
I rage in pain
and yell to you
shame, shame, shame,
though I know the truth.
You have no use
for such introspective things
cause you’d rather play
the consumer game
then give a **** about
other human beings.