After the bombing, dead children everywhere
like a doll factory had exploded, strewn limbs
warm spaghetti on the parade of inhumanity.
From Joan Rivers to Kissinger, a chorus as old as
humanity sought heaven, “We don't care you
brought it on yourself by defying us.”
Down a sand dune, a decapitated head rolled,
the bloodied head of innocence and a chorus of
young men in black with scarves hiding their faces;
“It is your fault you brought it on yourself, and we
do not care and we will never die.”
White cumulous clouds on a blue sky see it all and
will say when asked, does humanity deserve to exist?
Shivering we wait for the answer we know will be
what we deserve to hear.
