My Eyes Have Seen
To be bathed in the blood
Of the unwary stranger
Is to know empathy
I am but spectator
In this sinister sport
And all I can do is wail
Deep within my thorax
My heart
My lungs
My breath full of anger
At this duplicity of humanity
This mask of death
That hides in my sight
That mocks my love
That taunts my earnest repose
Has me weak in its cruel clutches
These pixels have multiplied too many times
Each dot of blood
So sharp, so clear
Technology has stained my eyes
I am bathed in the blood of strangers
My ears ring
From the timbre of voices in death
I fear the loss of pain
I've seen this sport before
I've seen the innocent become hero
I've seen the chains of succor
I've seen the valor of strangers
Steeped in the blood of victims
I am the spectator of empathy
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