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.
(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
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
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
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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