Military Charity
Babies with empty bellies
go hungry,
every refugee day
While numerical chambers
of alphabet soup weaponry
are fully stocked
War rations
on collateral display
AK-47
50-cal RPG’s
M-16
9 millimeter Beretta,
45-Uzi
1911-380 Browning
Mac-10 semi-auto magazine
Military grade A munitions
fill the land
with walking dead bodies desiccated,
full of misery
And the starving babies,
with empty bellies bloated,
got plenty lead bullets
enough to eat
Courtesy of military charity
Another negotiated famine
is a tenuous peace
The latest victims
of a televised snuff feast
A full arsenal of destruction
is a ravenous armory
Devouring hope
of the widows and orphans,
left to beg
for a morsel of sanction bread —
Degradated war-torn relief
Courtesy of military charity
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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