April 1, 2023

I feel the outer destruction

the bombs released exploding

over innocent towns, closer and

closer they come as people run 

for shelter without hope of being 

alive, families dispersed anger builds

innocence another name for death

their are no illusions of purpose

now for each in a war must decide

their truth, for killing is a way of

escape, a feeling of grandeur 

as more and more people flee

seeking a new vision of hope but

there are no easy ways for your

life to be saved in these created 

wars that sell killing machines for

massive profits off the backs of

human lives that are expendable, 

murder without mercy, as the 

wealthy kick back and relax as

families die in vicious assaults

by evil minds, there are no means 

of living without seeking a hope lost

now by an explosive destruction

as attacks level homes, factories, 

hospitals, human beings, schools,

all blown to bits because one russian 

oligarch demanded his victory as their 

victory, his battalion of viscous, ruthless 

genocide of innocence just for someone's 

blind ego of addictive power over others