Blood on the Wires

A poem inspired by the U.S. admission that drone strikes killed four American citizens

Blood on the Wires

one mistake,
left broken, breached,
a contract with a flag,
that waves in the afternoon air,

sun, you cloudless brick,
hurled at the unwashed grounds
of another lovely people,
who yearn to love and grow to learn.

that mighty drone,
four american shadows
glimpsed in the
lighted window of another tenement …

he signs his last bill,
says its for the best,
sips his coffee,
and drowns out the riotous voices outside.

love your own kind,
she says with a smile,
a smirk,
a stationary glance.

but how does one love?
how does one say who lives and dies?
with the flick of a cigarette,
the jotting of a pen,
he'll know what is right, what is wrong,
and what is to be remembered.

And since this is/was a music blog, the song that I was listening to as I read the articles/wrote the poem was "Likkle More" by Kim Deal, which you can hear below:



That's all. PEACE.