they offer condolences
these great leaders
of the world
but their bickering
their self-interest
make their words
hollow
and people
cry out
when will it end
this cry
echoing
through the centuries
it will end
when it ends
which history shows
will not be
in anyone’s lifetime
meanwhile the bodies
pile up
on all our doorsteps
violence
the violence of the world
the innocent
and the pawns
of power
suffer
the violence
of the world
when it comes
violence
when it comes
does not look
to the side
or behind
but straight ahead
to the heart
of the thing
takes that heart
for all
it will ever
be worth
blots it out
moves on
unrepentant
further down
the line