The insanity

I see the images of

death and dying

on the screen,

like a dream:

children gasping,

bodies lying,

parents crying

for what has gone

in the insanity

that is this war

that never ends

except in death,

except in loss,

except in the rubble

of the soul,

where there is

no goal except to

defeat the enemy.

and claim that

you have won

with the gun

that points

at grief,

that aims its

dreaded power

at innocence,

that is the killer

of dreams.