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The mass murderers attack. Death flies over. The pilots feet never touch the ground.
Victims become body parts dispersed amid craters and shells of smoldering rubble. Blood-graffiti is splattered on the gravestone-slabs of shattered cement. Concrete broken like hammered glass.
Those who survive the bombing begin recovery from aerial trauma. They examine their wounds, search for the lost, and become aware of how the extremity of violence has disfigured them. Survivors start to conspire: to plot their revenge.
The mass murderers, lacking imagination and trained in numbness, have already planned their next strike. Their bodies are tight. They shower and routinely curse, awaiting the greenlight for their mission. The roar of manmade thunder. Death-prayers on wings, jetting like bolts of lightning.
In the politics of war, bombing is good business. Nobody below is presumed innocent and targets are plentiful. The monster Kronos eats his children.
David Sparenberg is a humanitarian & eco-poet, international essayist and storyteller.
"PEACE
NOT WAR
GENEROSITY
NOT GREED
EMPATHY
NOT HATE
CREATIVITY
NOT DESTRUCTION
EVERYBODY
NOT JUST US"
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