72 Hours

Helpless hands reach from the earth
Unwillingly set in their graves
A process of deconstruction
Piece by piece, forever disassembled
Suit and tie, veiled in a moral facade
Eclipsed inside a self-righteous paradox
Where we trade skin and bone
For the hate on the tongue of a child made alone
Sync to the sounds of depravity
Asleep in a war machine
Lulled in an abstract slumbering
Descend into endless sleep
As the lantern burns eternally

Have we constructed the edge of creation?
Are these ends of purity, the means of an iconoclast?
Shattered Horizons
We witness through a screen, the contrasts of humanity

Ash douses the hues of the skyline
72 hours
History is written by the victors
Assembling a passage of dishonesty
Are we so disconnected from our empathy that our lessons are doomed to repeat?

Three days later we dropped Armageddon on the rising sun
Initiated a contract to trade our blood for the gun
Eternity in seconds, breathing - pleading for the light to fade
Off metallic wings the end came crashing
All to none - without a trace
Heartlessly wish the damage away
Blur the line, burn the hope; nuclear disarray
Burying a child in decay
A massacre for political praise
Faltered in your outlines
Creating an end to life

‘’I am become death
Destroyer of worlds’’