(on the tragedy of Beslan, North Ossetia)
huddled across the world
in the gym
of Ossetian children
emptied of their charge
Why is that?
Who stole these childhood stars?
Twinkling in an extinguished sky
empty of purpose or reason why
belts and hoops of bombs
imprisoned those children's cries
I've had enough, have you?
What darkness forms this dark core
of human nature like never before
playing games of soldiers
to settle scores
of power and corruption?
The whole world's prowess powerless to stop
innocent blood spilling as the carcass rots
under ideologies even childhood cannot stop
in a world that's starving and in pain.
Escape? Chances are you'll be gunned down
one side fires, the other returning rounds
The whole thing blows and peace can't be found
even deep beneath this murderous playground
Terror? I've never seen so much
Politicians and zealots mired in muck
do any of them actually give a fuck
they're so inured to helpless plight
Borders, freedom - do these two somehow attract?
Do fences, walls or armies act
to stop us from facing the simple fact
that this, is our children's world?
As these horrors call me to watch the screen
am I numbed or dumbed by what I've seen
is such an experience only a dream
I can wake and walk away from?
With friends living in such altered states
with a world despairing and full of hate
with these fanatics at every gate
who greet me with a gun
What value my thoughts that criticize
do market forces only work to cauterize
my opinion that guns must go?
They protect warlords, leaders and their states
drugs, prostitution and sanctioned rape
slaughtering our imagined leap of faith
for a future world at peace.
in the gym
why is that?
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