"Excuse me, please!" Forty-one Experences

bluejourneyman

Excuse Me, Please!

We. . . They. . .
What difference is it, today?
Excuses dropping, like
shitting in a bucket.
You did this. . .
No, you did that. . .
Bombs dropping out of the sky.
Muffling all the painful cries.
Collateral damage is the excuse for the day.
Dying for a cause, was the other day.
I love you son, now go and play.
Strap this bomb on, it is the
only way. . .
Take this weapon, my beloved daughter and
make us proud.
Grandpa would be happy, but, he died
for another cause.
What about Uncle Sam, can’t he go,
instead.
If I die, who will sleep in my bed?
Please, don’t brag about all our might.
Hold on tight, to our human light. . .