obscured reality

smoke billows into the sky as bulldosers push the bodies into
the trenches.
mass graves the final respect paid to the dead as they did not earn
a coffin or even a match
bullets fly to glory and a good days work, bullets fly to earn someone a silver cross.children crying and sitting on their knees
as if starving them wasn't enough now they must be shot too.
the sun shinning where no sun is needed as there are no fields left.
    mothers lost husbands and children lost parents in this chess game called war.
    what have you lost in your upmarket offices and your wooden desks scoffing down minature plates of food that cost enough to feed a child for a week.
    if your stock prices are good you celebrate by banging hookers in alleyways while your wife who supported you to the top sits at home worrying where you are so late.


and your excuse?????
              fuck me im famous