Helicopters out in force,
thunderous noise like a stick blender
dicing the sky into blitzed liquid light
and murky skyscapes. Frothy starshakes.
Quite the sight but we are too busy
running for our lives.
Fire-like light
blotting out the stars, burning my eyes.
In days gone by I'd have put this down
to joyriders racing the streets.
There would have been cars
complete with burnt out dreams
in fire damaged passenger seats.
But now the helicopters only come for us.
Kicking up dust when they get too low.
Armed forces point their guns
from the windows.
"Stop or we will shoot"
Told to follow orders or put in a boot.
Orders now are to keep us from speaking out
about the misguided missiles
being sent to murder innocent youth.
A war zone, but we are not to look.
Focus only on what is happening here.
We will keep you in line. Quivering in fear.
Enough to keep you from looking whilst
crimes are being committed over there.
Their crimes uncompiled,
news has changed to new cycles.
If no one witnesses the war crime,
did it happen? They chime.
Just keep people marching in line.
Don't question anything. It will be just fine.
Gunfire sounds every time silence starts to settle.
No peace, just burning hot metal.
Metal that we sell, weapons that we sell.
Is it murder if it is our clientele?
Peace doesn't sell.
Peace wont shell a school.
Peace wont gun down
innocent people waving white flags.
Peace wont murder people in their underwear
and blame them for the waste of ammo.
Peace won't rape and justify it
by calling them animals.
Peace would just be playing in the streets.
Peace would be learning to share in the beauty.
Peace wouldn’t be looking
for difference,
peace wouldn't be looking
for ways to distance.
But sadly
weapons are
worth more than lives.
No-one worries anymore
about mindless killing
or threats of war,
not when it keeps the tills ringing.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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