Nice.
With twisted minds and warped thoughts
the gun warm hand
delivers perverted justice
and innocent deaths,
broken bodies that were
children and mothers
fathers
and brothers,
sisters and solitary others
who went out that night.
There was nothing of God
in the corrupt cruelty
God knows nothing of hatred, killing
and violence.
God was with the sudden
victims
holding their hands
tenderly taking
their precious souls
into the safe sanctuary
of love.
by
Hilary Evans
The Greed of War.
The thirsty land,
sand stretched miles,
money grubbing tree
roots searching
for precious drops of
blood.
Tiny creatures
scuttle across
the shifting dunes
of forgotten dreams
Once it was green,
fertile, juice filled,
quenching, slaking
til abundance
became bound to a few.
Poverty steals the very
sips of sustenance
that are the
building blocks of bodies.
Changes to dustiness
humanity’s dignity.
Gun wielding, drone flying wealth
burn the last hopes of a fleeing people
as bonds are bound by innocent deaths
and the greed of war.
By
Hilary Evans