A baneful napalm manufacturer's' observation

Despite heart of dirt, Mother earth,
Yours is far more farsighted
Than my in-drying and bomb blast minded heart
Of flesh.You have no thirst for blood or any pride
Of the tumult of discrimination. Ungifted
With passionate warmth, you still view all with
Equity, feed the living, cherish the dead
And camouflage doctors' mistakes.As love
In non human form, your service driven life,
Makes thankful use of selflessness,
Ever transforming the napalm
Scattered by my war wealth conscious me,
In the military air, into life sustaining breeze.
Glorified by the great secret implicit
In your silence, You rotate praying
'Lord, forgive this war maniac
Who knows not what he does.'

poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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