Pax/ Pox

Every screen
shows us
a bombing
and a shooting
and another
and many others
Atrocities abound
And we-
we bleed, weep and keep
Moved beyond words
showing our best
the arguments start
Who has the greatest
and who is
at fault
whose policy failed
who can we punish
Our finest impulses
are buried in
shrapnel, bile and fear


9 thoughts on “Pax/ Pox

  1. Terrifying times, Mary. Love your last stanza – so true. ‘Our finest impulses are buried…’ Buried under a ton of fear that the horrors will visit us, those we love. So sad that humans still haven’t learnt not to kill each other. A great, sad poem

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