Screech before the bang bursts your eardrums.
World has been shook by some violent income.
Stagger out the door to see pure devastation.
What is on show is rubble where a home once stood.
Screams and shouts fill every second of air.
All that can be felt is terror and despair.
Running to the remnants tripping over chunks.
At one time these were walls filled with love.
Detritus shoved aside by hands stained black.
Parts of teddy bears and shoes that are never coming back.
If only these shreds were all that had been lost.
Rather than the families who’s lives have carried this cost.
Your war is not victimless.
You claim morality but dispense barbarity.
Collateral damage is never cheap.
This is the toll of your hypocritical disease.
That you can’t…
See is the cause.
Cause you are…
So drenched in blood.
Fascist wearing a suit and tie.
Pretend its security but that’s just a lie.
This isn’t strength its the epitome of cruel.
Don’t believe history will judge you as anything but a murderous criminal!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 