Where is the humanity in you?
Look at your dying hands.
Written the marks of executioner.
Stationed at the frontline.
Born to kill.
Look at your bludgeoned victim.
Tainted with marks of slaughter.
Shrouded in red;
Buried in white.
Look at your orphaned child.
Contaminated with a vision of hatred.
Disrupted and disturbed,
Look at your widow in love.
Replacement becomes futile.
Praying it is a nightmare.
Awakening to uncover emptiness.
Look at your people.
In total disarray.
Perplexed, thrown into darkness
Befriending nothing but their own shadows.
Remembering my people killed in Iraq on a daily basis for no other reason than just trying to live.