Observing Death
Observing Death
Look into the trench when a bomblet falls
Squirms without legs, excruciating balls
It means nothing him squirming, twisting in pain
I eagerly search, to find more of the same.
It’s not a film the loss is real
Surprises me, how little I feel
Blood and guts hanging around
A burst of fire, death curdling sound.
A loud cheer erupts as they fall
And I feel nothing, nothing at all.
After all they have done invading Ukraine
I want to see them wounded and dying in pain
They’ve raped, tortured, looted and maimed
And now they’re killed under bullets of rain
I enlarge the screen, to enhance the view
Of an orc dying, because his time is due
War has a way, of raising the tolerance bar
A sniper takes aim, bullets riddle a car.
I don’t feel sickened as I eat my tea
It’s most important that Ukraine is free.
David Cox 04/02/23
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