howling children

how can you watch as people are dying
how can you speak in a world so naked and corrupt
how can you try to justify your sweeping greedy eye
as it perches upon the wire and swoops down on an old loner
his eyes are prized from his time and given to kings

the killings of children by their parent
in the bathroom in the midwest or in the mideast
the tanks and rockets and cries of we are dying
how can you breed and murder?
how can you lead and slaughter?

their tiny eyes look back and you
and by this you are doomed to remember
the world will ignore your daughter
even if she ascends to your throne

bitter and alone collapsed faith in Syria