I was not there
when the world cracked
and bled searing hot orange
into the sky
cutting out the lights
and the breath
of so many innocents
leaving behind shadows
and scars on the world.
How godlike we pretend to be,
passing judgements,
acting in divine cruelty
we sanctify in the baptismal waters
of old narratives - 'good vs. evil',
drowning the world with
40 days of fire,
and yet we promise no rainbow
unless it is signed in blood,
sealed with obedience.
Is that where peace lies?
there, under the rubble
amid the pillars of radiating ash
where only ghosts shed tears
and beg for mercy that died
along with them.
And that was the minimum price,
seventy thousand names,
extinguished in a breath...
I fear these gods-of-men
will never be
satisfied.