they preach war through
fiery tongues
exhale righteousness
from gasping lungs
they peddle insanity as inevitable
reason
and ridicule logic as blasphemous
treason
their fingers press
triggers without needing guns
they promise the white
death of a thousand suns
sacrifice is the price of
justice, they say
and cost is not what you
incur but what they pay
but yes it’s true; a fitting
reply must be found
thus also insists the bleeding
ground
and so the earth seeks to
slake its thirst
slurping, uncaring about who
dripped first
and so falls the doomed dice
of fate
teased and tossed not by
love but hate
while hungry children on
both sides die
without needing a bullet to
make them cry
while the homeless old shiver
and shake
from a future they couldn’t
quite make
while women live unknowing of
their worth
forced each day to rue the
day of their birth
while young men grow up tired
and old
fatigued and faded like fabulous
fool’s gold
and while the gods silently
stare and grieve
from a sight their goddamn eyes
can’t believe.
ram cobain
