Bombs For Profit

We regret to report that an airstrike

reduced a Syrian church to rubble

and ash after a laser-guided bomb

missed its target,

sending twenty-five souls to heaven.

A heavy burden for destitute

families to carry,

bearing the embers

of a raining hell for God’s will.

Defense contractors froth

at the mouth for bloodshed,

goading the world into more war.

Democracy must flourish

at the end of a barrel.

More war, more hell,

well enough is never alone.

And well enough is only

when you’re dead.

Stocks soar, investors

party in mansions,

But a world away,

people can’t crawl through

the concrete.

After jets roared across the cloudless night,

releasing a torrent of munitions,

a haze rose to the sky.

Fire and brimstone billowed

as explosions shook the earth.

There was no cover.

Death from above.

Parties in the Hamptons.

Whether it’s called collateral damage

or collective punishment,

more war is inevitable.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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