A nation in turmoil, a city in grief. I cant see the sun for the smoke cloud. Familiar street unrecognizable for the debris. I stumble through destruction. Inside I scream for retribution, to ease the pain and grief I feel. Some would say that Ive lost my way, well what do they know? I can not tell if Im lead astray by myself, but when whats sacred to me is brought to its knees, when theyve struck at the core of my security my society, I go to war. Children carrying flags to be placed on their fathers graves, starvation and disease is the aftermath, the till, the prices to be pain for religious and political power games. So what should I do? Sit in silence as they burn everything I hold true? Violence breeds violence, sure, Im aware of that, but still we carry our predatory genes. Eat or be eaten, kill or get killedits the way of the world, but I doubt still as I go to war. Death, burnt flesh is left in my trail. In selfdefence I maim. Crawling in me, a leering demon, consuming my humanity day by day. In my mind the accusations drone. In my mind I am never alone, never alone.
killedits, selfdefence, violence, grief, unrecognizable