Callous

Bumble Bee bullets sting through gray smoky air.

God’s dirt captures the noses of children.

Are we done yet, have we more to kill?

Nabil and Yara are laboring in a concrete corner,

still alive yet eyes blank

like a thin king’s heart, blank and callous.

Leaders of the world unite to kill more.

A fair haired president climbs aboard an F35,

bigger than his penis, smaller than his ego.

Bombs away America.

Death blood leaks from the slave’s house,

white irony in action.