That Was a Human

Allow me to be disgusted at the jest and your halfway happy surprise at the end result of the missile timed precisely: Did he just splatter? And allow me to feel the brunt of the bruising upon my saddened heart, where for others was felt, from laughing hard. Yes, all lives matter Even the ones who don't bear our national colors our political expectations no matter how wrong or right For just this occasion let us get back to basics: That was a human ten fingers and ten toes perhaps a wife and family to call his own but do you even know? Or even care to think beyond the face of it? Getting kicks at watching the Live Leaks of people being blown to smithereens It bothers me That one should find it amusing Does it bother You? ---a single tear of blue is all I'm asking--- Who he was or what he did what difference does it make? When life closes the lid all we have is the acknowledgement: That was a human A human What if those pixels on the screen were all that was left of that man's memory would you still find it funny? And yet still we turn to Facebook Enlightenment with quotations that decorate a sniper in a holy moment --- "And oh God. One more thing. Ignore my enemies heathen prayers and help me send those bastards straight to hell. Amen." (The amount of "likes" are disheartening and should be a sin. Where's the "vomit button" ... ?) Reading through the comment's section, like poetry for the juvenile, and the criminally insane. No Alka Seltzer No pills I'm riding this crazy train unprotected as if I'm dying for a thrill. Dying ... at the very least. Queasy at the vertigo of a nation acting to love and loving to act (Nineteen-Eighty-Four called, they want their plot back) And have you read empathy such as this? ROFL, mate! That's classic! (you have a doggie bag on ya, by chance? I think I'm gonna be sick) That was a human A HUMAN!!! And you call yourself a Man of God? Yet still feel compelled to pull back His Grace to your own ends ... that slippery tide between your fingers As if infinity could only be stretched so far; it won't last long my friend, before you look into that celestial mirror scared at what you see Is that me? Yet still you wear that outpouring of love on your neck like a trophy as if you even deserved it. a single tear of blue just one can you give it to me, son? t h a t w a s a h u m a n And do you even care? Does it phase you in the slightest? Or does a coat of arms give you further reason to divide? Jesus died for all For all All that upheld the American flag as equal to His words. All who marched to the beat of the drums drowning out the birds. All who bravely proclaimed: We are Heading to War! We are Heading to War! And all those who never asked: And what for? What for? Do you feel its beating on your soul? S h o u l d I t a l k s l o w? (the unwritten verses you added long ago) It doesn't even matter now, because all that remains is what's been left on the page. All that remains... Just four sad words like hopeless sand slipping through my fingers That was a human (or at least it was) Before Man forgot what he had, Believing he could do better, Egging the Almighty to play his game ... back to the drawing board, smirked the Creation And what about you, Dear Reader? What will the eulogizer speak in your honor when the lights out? That was a monster He won't bother you now