written by: huntersjames
As a puzzle in pieces, who can put it back together?
Edges bruised and broken, swollen, soaked in others’ blood
Perfect picture once reflected the beauty of their Maker
Now a mirror for tortured tears, She cannot re-make the whole.
Knives and bullets cut attackers’ hearts with death
Explode and rip and gore soft targets with a face
As we stare the blades of shrapnel, poison gas our breath
This carnage of our skills intensifies with time, dead babies grin inside.
Children screaming haunting mothers from the cemetery
Agonizing branding pain seared deeply earth can never bury
Infecting later generations’ promise this mutant hereditary
Finally innocence is but a legend known as lunacy.
Each day we wake to paint and polish private perjury
Justifying make believe we live in chosen ignorance
Shield our eyes from pain and hurt to make it far away
Fixing our addiction to the hope that Judgment is a myth.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
dystopian confessions of everyman