Pax/ Pox

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

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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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