Apples and Spinach.
The foul odour of fire scarred flesh
Reeks of decomposition.
Fleshy bodies
once animated
now are scatter-shot across
ground irrigated with blood.
It was a surgical strike,
of the smartest weapons
a human can conceive.
Deployed,
with pin-point accuracy,
they decimate
“the bad guys”
Black and brown people
pummeled into a
purple and blue
Purée.
“The good guys,”
behind LCD screens
in climate controlled rooms
scan and surveil villages
for potential targets.
The evil doers—
Camoflauge themselves into a blanket
of mothers and daughters
selecting apples and spinach
at the marketplace unaware that they
—are standing
squarely
in the cross-hairs
of a Shakespearean tragedy.
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