Pure Authentic Terror

Look at your torn and burned child
screaming with such unquestionable agony
the air grows stale with shame.
The child’s pain is amplified within you
tearing at your soul
while you search for a flaw in your helplessness
to do something
anything.
You pray so hard your heart sends shock waves
crashing at the doors of heaven.
Please, please, relieve the suffering of my child.
I’ll do anything.
ANYTHING.
Suddenly your prayers are answered.
Silence vibrates throughout the universe
echoing in the halls of eternity.
Death
goes through the rooms of your life
destroying happiness, hopes, promises …
Love.
Soft touches, sweet words, priceless smiles
lie broken on the bloody ground
like garbage.
This is not the only child
not the only drone.
Sometimes death comes quickly
without screams and agony.
Sometimes a mother, a grandfather, a sister…
Sometimes death can be bribed
with an arm, a deformed leg,
vision.
Carry the screams of this child in your memory.
They can protect you
from the propaganda terror
of the true terrorists
who speak of torn and murdered children
as collateral damage.
May mercy find your soul.

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“The difference between the emperor’s new clothes and the president’s
is not fashion,
but the difficulty in getting a child’s opinion.”
Dartwill Aquila

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