Sirens blare and echo
Demons sortie above 
contrails barely visible
rain death in kilotons.

Buildings fall like styrofoam
throw up smoke, clouds of dust
Human Shields expendable,
blame targets, for we must.

Triage amidst the rubble
Souls seep into bloodstained sand
hooded men decapitate kneeling pilgrims.
Those of the faith should understand.

War, vile, in the name of peace,
ablutions cannot cleanse heresy
nor zeal give imprimatur
to a faithless, failed legacy.

Global economies, Intifada
civilized crises of conscience,
shameful justifications for power grabs.
Talking Heads spew Global nonsense.

M. Zane McClellan

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