Not a shred of compassion,
a hint of mercy,
not an ounce of love,
let alone a trace of humanity.
Oh continue creating
assault rifles and bombs so defeaning,
I will never stop fighting,
just know that my lord is watching.
How can you gaze into that innocent child’s eyes,
yet still force that trigger back, causing her demise.
A bullet pierces the tender skin,
tearing the flesh of my beloved kin,
I know she will now find peace within,
as she returns to heaven,
where she’ll be rewarded therein.
But is it too much to ask for?
To want a life of serenity.
Oh what does it matter,
for I’m sure my Lord will soon call for me.