No Trace of Humanity

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.