the days dash on––
the murders mount up.
war is true insanity––
a death-wish
that humans do not
share with living
things––
an ego that
swallows beauty
whole.
so sweet is life––
so soft is baby skin.
what stench of hate
can cause a leader
to kill?
what hungry void
will savor the guts
of the killers?
or do they rot
inside their living skin?
the earth will not
forgive them.
God cannot
see them.