PAUSE
go on bended knees, and pray?
What do you say to Him;
that the ones you drive to untimely
demise deserve your designed fate?
Or that you are the purest of the stock,
purging the earth of scum and slush?
Perhaps, you try a new, intricate
narrative each day and winning all
your arguments. Or maybe you
forget your points –
some sort of amnesia, huh?
Then you take it out on the rest
because they missed a point of view.
How do you sleep at night?
Do you ever dream?
Does your mind ever pick up
something your conscience missed?
Do you ever hear them scream?
Do you hear the agonizing of the dying,
feel the pain of their futile grasp?
Aha, I see you don’t.
When you look yourself in the mirror,
do you give yourself a wink of content
before you practice a new fearsome demeanor
to scare humanity?
How do you even see your own face
and not turn that Kalashnikov
on it and put the earth out of its misery?
© Jude Ifeme
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