Tuesday, 19 April 2022

WH

Modern War is so passé, so virtual
 A mobile phone is videoing a man
 The digital is not the actual
A binary weapon  kills as kills can

A coat is crawling into a drain
A block of flats falls, people run
A child’s coffin pushed on a train
A drone hunting some mothers son

what has this world become?
The psychotic ape has won
Another reality has sprung
Where Nobody fires the gun

 The map is not the Terrain 
As they scream 
In real pain
Yemen, Sierra, Ukraine.

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