Bombs come slow,

Dropping,

Mercilessly,

their vitality

sucking life

from our beloved earth.

—

No one stands

and stares –

anymore.

—

The nightmare thickens.

Who began it?

T’is lost in the annals

of scared leaders

usurping authority

using ordinance

like hail.

We cry out

into a vacuum

of love, and

our voices

are lost in

the clanging

cymbals

of the corridors

of power.