Posted at 11:52 am , on March 1, 2016
They killed a dozen boys in brazen daylight
Their sin: soccer watching, goofin’ round & flying a kite
Can you smell the charred remains of the teenage boys?
Can you imagine your own young’ens being burnt for playing with toys?
Or is our world just too pompously far away?
Posted at 1:27 pm , on February 8, 2016
She named her newborn Moses
To guard against the nonchalant sea
And part the hungry ocean
When God order they flee
But two nights ago
The phantom Pharaoh
Sent his birthday arrow
Mailing from a thousand mile
A misguided guided missile
Mum’s shell shocked cornea
Recorded her guardian
Sear by a shrapnel the size of a Chardonnay
Feeling for his intoxicated airway
Flap did baby Moses
Blood fountained from his neck like an octopus
Gushing out a dozen roses.