Collateral Damage

Cajole me in the right frame of mind For I'm vexed not because of Personal issues but because of the Morbid, abstract canvas of life I'm subjected to witness, where Groups of so-called righteous men Drop indiscriminate bombs On fellow humans ripping Homes and families apart Shedding the blood of the innocent Then simply labeling it Collateral damage - Collateral damage of War Shelling babies... collateral Damage of war! Then pluck out thine eyes With two bold fingers For I cannot bear witness To the dislodging of families Fleeing wildly wherever The cold wind blows Crossing rough seas None with the ability of Jesus to walk on water Nor faith to part it like Moses Water ...swilling with red blood And saline stinging tears Mothers wailing bearing The agony in suffering Petrified twisted faces pressed To their wet bosoms Fathers gnashing teeth, Raging, panting, feeling Like a poltroon Powerless. Gray skies depicts No rainbow, no promise. Strike me down I refuse to bear witness Beseeching before I meet my demise, Obliterate borders, these Man made borders Us with our Jingoistic attitude Jingoistic ... flag waving Entitlement ... displaying Utmost xenophobia The mantra mocking Go home, go home, go Home - face your fate On your homeland soil Drenched and soaked in blood. I shiver terrifically in my skin What if it was me ... you In those weathered skin Under the moon and stars Branded a refugee, worthless Vulnerable, famished, weak Motivated by hope to Overcome barriers and borders And when pruned fleshed Feet imprint the coarse sand There's no child in hand Swallowed up by the gluttonous sea Let hell's bells drone on When dastardly Superpowers drop Nasty bombs on the innocent Butchering, maiming ... moribund Then labeling it collateral damage Cajole me in the right frame of mind For I will go stark raving mad. © 2015 Denise Morgan