Silence

Killing to begin again

My tears are spent,

Dried up like a pond in a desert.

Around me the dying cry out for mercy

And I have no more to give.

I have no more bullets

And my blade is blunt.

This disease is terrible,

The suffering immense,

A vile plague from the factory of man!

Engineered to kill,

But not all,

Oh no not all!

A quarter mercifully die after suffering

It is the half that live,

That beg to die!

How do you say no to a child,

Who's screams of agony eat at your soul,

Like a hyena chewing a bone?

So much blood,

I cannot fathom how they carry on.

They should be dead, but...

They are not.

We kill them, burn them,

We just cannot get rid of them fast enough

They just keep coming,

Begging to be put to rest!

How can I turn the other way?

Thought shalt not kill!

Ha, what if you had no choice?

How can I justify letting them suffer?

For now...

I can only watch,

Watch as they beg me to kill them,

Relieve them of their torture.

Tomorrow I will kill some more,

Just not today,

I need to wash their blood off,

I look once more at the sunset,

Watch the sky turn to red,

Like the streets around me.

Could almost lie to myself,

That I am only in an abattoir,

Yet every time I cull,

I see the release in their eyes,

Something I will not have for a long time...

Something I might actually never have.

The dead are the lucky ones...