when the dust lifts
count the bodies
subtract
the one you wanted to hit
and tell me
if the others are any less dead
through non-intention
this is a math
I will never understand:
the sine, cosine, and collaterals
of damage
when the dust lifts
count the bodies
subtract
the one you wanted to hit
and tell me
if the others are any less dead
through non-intention
this is a math
I will never understand:
the sine, cosine, and collaterals
of damage
Someday, all our kings will be poets.
Yes.
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Hmmmmm.
Susan, This is fabulous. I love to read protest poetry. Good work with this one.Poetry does this better than a straight-shooting essay. Thanks. Keep us thinking. alice
Thank you, Alice. This one has been cooking for a while. You can substitute drones/sarin/regular old bombs/or just bullets for this one. Glad you liked.
This stuff has been jammed in my craw for a while as well. Poetry is good for it.
wow!!! Susan, this poem hit me right in the jaw.
Powerful! and a question to mans humanity of killing and how many. You are a true poem of words. 🙂
Thanks, Charlie. This has been bugging me for a while.
You’re welcome….
I just posted a new poem…check it out. I know it will make you laugh. 🙂
Cool–heading over now, and then it is back to work. BIG sigh.
and worst of all no one gets punished for it!
That’s the worst part of all. This can be about drones. This can be about poison gas. This can just be about “traditional” warfare. No matter how people die, they are still in the end as dead as they can get, and that is the crime.
So much shocking reality!
Yes, reality is awful at times.
Nor I. Tragedy has a long reach, and it cuts our souls deep.
Sigh. So sadly true.
excellently said!
thank you, C!