You Cause This War

you, the unknown planted all the mines.
you invented this war and exploded your bombs.
Inside myself, i am war torn. I am the child
running away, and then my brain spilled on
the pavement. My arms are no longer connected
to my hands.

you created this scenario. Blood and amputated legs.
armored cars and nuclear powered planes.
Black clouds. Red sunsets. Flickering nights.
Mushrooms in space. Fireflies without fire.
you draw violence. you paint abandons.
you instill fear. You brushed havoc on the clean canvass
of humanity.

you committed genocide, and hate and classifications.
then you tell me, this is it, and that is that.
There are justifications.
Philosophies, and Ethical considerations
all from your own
point of view. The view of an eagle. The elimination of the
the earthworms. The destruction of the mountains.
The splintering of islands.

i have long disappeared. Now, you invoke my name.
To justify yourself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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