But Still They Bomb

But Still They Bomb
© Surazeus
2024 01 13

Bright stars that twinkle in the pearl-black sky 
look through the window of his random home 
glazed with thin frost of moonlight in his eyes, 
so he sips wine and strums soft melody 
that eulogizes beauty of the world, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor. 

Soft flowers that bloom in the star-gold meadow 
leap through the window of his passing car 
glinting with restless curiosity 
to explore pristine wilderness of peace 
far from the money-busy streets of men, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor. 

Swift birds of many species flutter wings, 
darting between trees of ripening fruit 
that workers harvest though they never sing 
heart-wrenching elegies through liberty 
for families to bake pies on holidays, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor. 

Young children skipping with carefree delight 
shout gleefully with sweet abandoned joy 
as they visit cages where monsters pace 
with muscled passion of anxious despair 
to photo selfies of themselves at play, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor. 

Curious students on college campuses 
stride casually across tree-shaded lawns 
to gather in classrooms with word-blessed books 
discussing complex issues of concern, 
inspired to nurture justice based on law, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor. 

Cool actors in the most fashionable outfits 
stride red carpet lined with adoring fans 
to attend the fabulous awards show 
where they applaud each other for their craft 
depicting wretched clumsiness of life, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor. 

Wealthy royalty of the corporate kingdoms 
feast on thick steaks of thousand-dollar plates 
it glitzy glamor of the posh hotel 
to support their favorite grand candidate 
who promises laws to exploit the poor, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor. 

Deep within serene hopefulness of Nature 
hums restless passion of an unknown demon, 
stirred by disquiet of stark silences 
which haunt heart of darkness in hungry fear, 
inciting us to protest genocide, 
but still they bomb homes of the nameless poor.