Building of machines of
hate
anger
aggression, killing people
walking through the tunnels that
create these
monsters of destruction
watching imaginary figures being
blown to
smitherines by these machines
trying to convince myself every day
of the peacekeeping they're doing
what will stop these aggressive beasts
but women
of power, maybe
can I delude myself sufficiently to
think that maybe women would
make the difference and create peace?
power is a tricky devil
of destruction in itself killing the
brilliant mind that may be behind
if i were there
and
not here, it wouldn't be so
easy
would it?
to hide behind this guilty border of death
to pretend i am not to blame
me
a woman taking money from a company
that will kill and sells to enemies
friends
abroad
i am ashamed and yet excuse it because
i don't see the death on my doorstep
every morning
whilst preparing
for work
needing the money
so sorry, so sorry
many more dead
i'm so sorry
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