Warring
Ellen Mass 
Ellen Mass in autumn, 2021
When a real war is forefront
with beloved human blood flowing,
oozing into our day,
like today’s contention, fed
blaring to us on YouTube --
sacred life, lost
battles of enmity bring down our stars,
one
pitted against another;
daggers drawn,
trampled dignity of all peoples
including the perpetrator
From Tigris to the Euphrates, Ukraine rivers
Donets to the Don, East
divided by the Dnieper,
from the Valdall Hills to Black Sea,
flowing migrants, refugees flee
ubiquitous warring on earth.
We must
see who lurks behind crazed troops.
Killing machines disperse through the world,
not just there in Central Europe, of course,
because we know the other places,
spreading like unnoticed dandelion seeds in
spring
that
always go where winds blow,
perpetuate conflict for avaricious beings.
They settle noiselessly into lives of you and
me --
even me with myself, embattled,
familiar in everyday life --
a sad life of strife -- but secure
with
extraordinary gifts,
stocked with nutrition and shelter, unspoken
munitions
of death,
wrought ruthless upon people;
disputes unsettled
embedded evil for personal gain
prolonged conflict and greed,
Insistent media drones on
without purpose but to terrify,
beat drums of war, carrying
carnage, suffering to heights unimagined;
cares not if any human is left with only one
arm
on a rich green earth.
Mercy is beseeched by tiny voice; no mourner
replies.
Submission is the goal so no one thinks
it may be a lie.
Real time history of what just happened!
Doesn’t
really matter in 21st century
governed and blessed by madmen and
profit-seeking machines.
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