Blood for Profit

A sky torn asunder—

killing fields, children suffer.

The gates of hell fell:

Boeing erased 186 schoolgirls. 

Dead for a lie. 

People celebrate the death of a nefarious leader. 

But their blood screams in silence—

baptized in God’s tears, acid rain.

Flag-draped coffins deplaned from AC-130s:

somber, still.

Leaders who sent them to die

bother not to show up.

Soldiers received as heroes.

Poor, they are no more—here, then gone.

Dead, claiming God spoke to them.

The devil whispered.

Death, destruction—

for Lockheed Martin,

not freedom, not even religion.

A parade for their return,

padding pockets of manipulation.

Poor dead—rich cash in.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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