In belly of peace you linger, languish
While I, shell-shocked, war torn, terror trained
Emptied of empathy and hate ingrained
Am haunted by anger, guns, and anguish,
Vengeance and disdain our common language.
As bombs and bullets, a nightly hailstorm rains
Upon empty streets ‘til anarchy reigns,
And thus what was pride becomes a death wish.

Wounds of this country you pretend to bandage
With puppets in place, forgiveness is feigned,
As oilfields work to your greed’s advantage,
Our blood is on your hands, forever stained.

Lie from TV pulpits, “Their future bright,”
Call each untruth a “simple oversight.”