Hooded Heartless Complying Thugs: A Poem

I’m broken by the sound of weeping mothers
as they’re dragged down by yet another
hooded heartless complying thug
dehumanizing people for a thousand bucks

I don’t want the drums of war to sound,
no more the battle, no more the bound
of men and women torn apart,
their hopes reduced to aching hearts

Don’t want to hear the cries of children lost in pain
as their lives are swept away like torrential rain
I don’t want the skies filled with smoke
and our ancient histories buried, our ties broke

How dare I not want the world to burn?
A world that still has so much left to learn
I know peace can grow where hatred dies
I know we can see others with kinder eyes

Is ripping others apart worth pursuing?
When you only live once, is that your choosing?
Ego and greed are deep-seated in our reality
but neither money nor power will give you immortality

Hold out that olive branch, come to your senses
war is not worth the blood or the expenses.
In a life so short-lived, humans so breakable
love always wins, hate is unsustainable.