When I Look Down


When I look down I see
lines of offense and defense.
Food stolen and populations poisoned.
Territory taken and lost.

Crazy lined logistics
zig-zagging to supply the front.
No border defined.
Our motto, hold the line.

Only to end up in a dust ball.
Materials collected in corners.
Networks of traps set.
Living on top of each other.

I look even closer and see
the dead rotting in the thousands.
New corpses appear ready
to be swept away.

The domestic war inside
our suburban tranquility.
To clean away the debris.
To sanitize the enemy.

So our children might play
free of the harm we perceive.
To live peacefully.
Don’t delay.

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