Cursed
Is the world
Where the best piece of literature
Is how to operate an AK-47
Barren
Are the cardboard homes
with bullet –holes
Where lives are blown off like dust-motes.
Comatose
Are the kids
Lying on the hospital beds
Arranged , properly, in the ward, like installation art.
Infants
Born with revolvers
For their hands, shoot nurses and mothers
And bray with laughter.
Starving
Are the people
Whose rib-cages shows through
Their small emaciated chest.
Aren’t we all blessed, to be able to sit in front of our t.v., sipping cola and eating junk food?
FUCKING.
DOMESTIC.
SERENITY.
Is the world
Where the best piece of literature
Is how to operate an AK-47
Barren
Are the cardboard homes
with bullet –holes
Where lives are blown off like dust-motes.
Comatose
Are the kids
Lying on the hospital beds
Arranged , properly, in the ward, like installation art.
Infants
Born with revolvers
For their hands, shoot nurses and mothers
And bray with laughter.
Starving
Are the people
Whose rib-cages shows through
Their small emaciated chest.
Aren’t we all blessed, to be able to sit in front of our t.v., sipping cola and eating junk food?
FUCKING.
DOMESTIC.
SERENITY.
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