War Hawks

 

I’m so tired of human wars,
Never-ending holocaust;
All the futures that are lost
In a single blinding flash.
Missiles raining from the sky.
Buildings crumble, people die.
Nobody questions why.
Corporations count the cash.

Local conflicts over oil.
Blood is seeping into soil.
The unburied bodies spoil
Picked apart by wild birds.
Terrorists are chopping heads.
Graves are filling up with dead.
Politicians march ahead
Eloquently trading words.

War hawks, war hawks,
may your bones grow soft,
may your skin peel off,
may you learn the taste of pain.
May you all be cursed
for the hell you’ve caused,
so that this Earth
never bleeds again.

I’m so tired of human games.
Diplomats have lost all shame,
Passing back and forth the blame
For the nations destroyed.
Pockets keep on getting filled.
Tears and guts keep getting spilled.
Special forces hone their skills
Sending souls into the void.

Killings carried out by drones.
Rubble left in place of homes.
Walking over crunching bones
In the name of greater good.
Cholera and dysentery.
Multiplying adversaries.
As the packs of mercenaries
Paint the skyline black with soot.

War hawks, war hawks,
may your bones grow soft,
may your skin peel off,
may you learn the taste of pain.
May you all be cursed
for the hell you’ve caused,
so that this Earth
never bleeds again.

I’m so sick of human lies.
There’s no limit to the price
They will pay to maximize
Their power and control.
Setting decency aside,
The elites from every side
Are engaged in genocide,
Choosing profit over soul.

Presidents and dissidents,
All add up to dividends.
Global politics descend
Into fog of total hate.
Humans, you have lost your mind,
Feeding on your own kind,
Lappin up the blood behind you.
Stop, before it is too late.

War hawks, war hawks,
may your bones grow soft,
may your skin peel off,
may you learn the taste of pain.
May you all be cursed
for the hell you’ve caused,
so that this Earth
never bleeds again.

Copyright @ Julie Deshtor 2018

About Julie Deshtor

Julie Deshtor grew up in the Soviet Union during the turbulent 90's, and moved to the United States shortly after the Soviet Empire collapsed in 1991. A bilingual author, Julie writes both fiction and poetry, as well as translating poetry and lyrics. She brings her rich cultural and life experienced to her fiction, exploring the psychological struggles of her characters with compassion and insight, as they navigate the murky waters of the modern society. Julie currently resides in Utah, USA. Her interests include art, world literature, zoology, anthropology and urban subculture
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