It has happened. Already.
The caustic has become run of the mill. Normal. Acceptable.
I had a hunch this would happen.
Paris.
Beirut.
And a hundred places I don't even know about.
The numbers too dense to bother noticing.
Because I no longer care.
I have become immune to the brutal deaths.
Sacrifice is not always a good thing.
A man sacrifices himself to kill others.
I sacrifice my grief and despair for a clammy mind.
I sacrifice love for indifference.
Brussels.
31 dead. At least.
I barely flinch.
Be careful now.
This means they are winning.
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
Thursday, 8 January 2015
What if these tears are not enough?
It's happened again!
The black cloud of terror,
on the news at ten.
This time it's artists,
Of a creative nature
Drawing pictures that make
some say 'I hate ya!'
Twelve more lost
in this futile war
where only hate wins
each day more and more.
I keep trying to love,
trying to say,
STOP! this killing,
hate cannot pay,
but I'm shouting at stones,
hitting a brick wall,
what I have to say
makes no difference at all.
So instead I cry tears,
they run down my cheek,
I cannot help thinking,
the future is bleak.
So the tears will still fall,
wetting the page,
and love shivers in me,
an inescapable cage.
I want to roar at the sun,
beat the earth to the ground,
but my feeble attempts
are ignored all round.
God's abandoned us here,
here with this stuff,
this hate and this fear,
can these tears be enough?
They're an expression of grief,
and therefore of care,
without these tears,
love isn't there,
so I will cry at this wrong,
I will cry at this hate,
for while tears fall,
it is not too late.
By this they will know you,
that you love and still love
when you are abandoned
and there's no heaven above.
It is in moments like these,
when hate seems to have won
when the tears are falling
and love is undone
that hope remembers,
that faith still lives on,
so we can keep going,
we can still cling on.
The black cloud of terror,
on the news at ten.
This time it's artists,
Of a creative nature
Drawing pictures that make
some say 'I hate ya!'
Twelve more lost
in this futile war
where only hate wins
each day more and more.
I keep trying to love,
trying to say,
STOP! this killing,
hate cannot pay,
but I'm shouting at stones,
hitting a brick wall,
what I have to say
makes no difference at all.
So instead I cry tears,
they run down my cheek,
I cannot help thinking,
the future is bleak.
So the tears will still fall,
wetting the page,
and love shivers in me,
an inescapable cage.
I want to roar at the sun,
beat the earth to the ground,
but my feeble attempts
are ignored all round.
God's abandoned us here,
here with this stuff,
this hate and this fear,
can these tears be enough?
They're an expression of grief,
and therefore of care,
without these tears,
love isn't there,
so I will cry at this wrong,
I will cry at this hate,
for while tears fall,
it is not too late.
By this they will know you,
that you love and still love
when you are abandoned
and there's no heaven above.
It is in moments like these,
when hate seems to have won
when the tears are falling
and love is undone
that hope remembers,
that faith still lives on,
so we can keep going,
we can still cling on.
Sunday, 19 January 2014
Humanity Eliminated
It is with rage
this uncontrolled violence
diminishes humanity
love has been crushed
joy extinguished
terror seeps into the soul
Desire degrading, destroying, denying
Fermenting pain
weeping of the mind
An endless cycle
ever darkening
ever tightening
vicious grip
Despairing. Lost. Empty.
Humanity eliminated.
this uncontrolled violence
diminishes humanity
love has been crushed
joy extinguished
terror seeps into the soul
Desire degrading, destroying, denying
Fermenting pain
weeping of the mind
An endless cycle
ever darkening
ever tightening
vicious grip
Despairing. Lost. Empty.
Humanity eliminated.
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