Witnessing the blood baths, the massacre <br />Of God’s people, children’s bodies everywhere, <br />And octogenarians expire slowly and quietly in horror. <br />The undistorted and the vivid images of terror, <br />The ugly realities of life for millions; what a rancor! <br />The large plumes of gray phosphorus smoke! There is nowhere <br />To hide. Showers of shrapnel, unprecedented heavy shellings, <br />White clouds of death and discriminating lynchings <br />Of everything that breathes, walks, runs and flies; <br />This is war, this is sheer terrorism! The God-flies; <br />Where are they when they are needed? <br />Our world should not be so muted, <br />So insensitive toward so many. <br />This is a shameful disaster, a pity… <br />To do nothing and hope for the awakening of the gods; <br />The worms, the flies, the rats and the tods <br />Must be happy. What an inhumane feast! <br />In this young century, we cannot find Peace. <br />The photos are real, and dying is not a joke. <br />The lenses of the camera recorded the blood soaked <br />Pregnant women, their babies shredded <br />By the wrecked fires of the big guns. <br />No one is spared: fathers, mothers, sons, <br />And even young girls are arrested, <br />Humiliated, stepped on and eventually annihilated. <br />This is the state of our human family. <br />Centuries old victims are now the perpetrated <br />Beasts that devour nymphs, angels and dignity. <br />The moon can only helplessly weep, <br />The gods and the geese are high by the burning bodies. <br />Terrorism is your vocation; falling asleep, <br />Amid this, is criminal, we should unequivocally denounce the bullies. <br />Big gun shipped helicopters can only destroy; they don’t make Peace, <br />H bombs only create more activists, more militants and more beasts.<br /><br />Hebert Logerie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weeping-moon/
