the angry machinery of war arrives
belching flames
and dust

to splatter hearts and shatter bone
across the ground
and sky

nameless corpses are human pawns
their grisly wounds
and blood

the dangerous men that declare these deeds
who order the killing
"for what?"

they command and control from comfortable cocoons
their type does not die
they profit -

raising pious crosses to mourn the passing (meaningless misery)
while telling lies
about death

8/5/03 - 5 AM