Skies turned dark with shrapnel rain.
Bullets, smoke and fire are all they contain.
Sorry state of another repeat.
Reignited the cycle while dogma continues to bleat.
Weakened state of insecurity.
Everyone has failed except those suffering the brutality.
Where is our evolution and progress now?
Watch the bodies fill the streets.
Buried under rubble that is stone and concrete.
Twisted shell of former glory.
If you think that’s bad then imagine hands drenched and gory.
For yet again its a case of sit and wait.
Too late that horse is well past the gate.
Proof that from our self made pedestal we have toppled.
Sanctimonious contemporary.
Dig the grave that will serve the free.
Democracy rooted and turned to ash.
We sit and watch lives treated like trash.
Sad state that never seems to change.
Can’t we do something other than play the game?
I hate this place though I am lucky.
Not everyone is as fortunate as me.
But why again is this behaviour allowed to stand?
To me it feels as if we’ve accepted the brand.
Bowed to tyranny and slaughter.
Would you be this uninterested if it was your son or daughter?
No, then stop and commit more than tokenism.
Otherwise the world will one day cross a final schism.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 