Revenge

Enough Bloodshed

Your hands carry the stain of History,

Never to forgive or forget

I cannot look my child in the eye and explain

Why is there so much hatred in her little world

Why is she a 'target' of your inhumanity

Her small body cannot withstand the burden of a bullet or shell

Enough bloodshed

You burnt my home the other day

But I lived You burnt the neighbor’s orchard

But he lived

I had a camera; it seemed ‘menacing’ to you

Unlike your fighter jets

It seems cowardly that you hide behind the steel

That I faced with my bare chest

Enough bloodshed

My face carries the scars of your hatred

My body carries the marks of your whip

But I lived to hear my child laugh

For another day

More bloodshed

I walked the blazing streets

Looking for a ‘sign of life’

Among the burning debris

I pulled out a 'headless child'

The clothes looked familiar

The smell of burning flesh mixed with the sweet kiss

Her mother bestowed on her little hand

The bracelet had a ‘name’

When I read the bloody letters,

I swore Revenge

Max O'Reilly