Inhumanity

Shock of bursting explosion Shattered arms, flying faces Stunned shining angel Disbelieving observer White wings soiled Dripping crimson splashed Stacking body parts Who shall answer Tramp in marching boots? Cadres of olive drab War machines, martial music Exploding human flesh those too young to see mourning, nightly weeping collateral confusion damage injurious wounds bloody crown of thorns unclean with red pain torn, innocent kissed at mother’s knee all agree, never end Generals, guns and graves.