[to end a life]
So what’s in it for the woman with the bloodied, broken ankle
Or the old man with his ribs showing through
What about the young child
Her face destroyed by a burning hot piece of shrapnel
Does she see welfare and unemployment lines
Ireland, or have the chance to appreciate a shimmering sunset?
No, she sees a shiny metal object making haste to end her life
Is it fair to her, to anyone
For reasons unknown to them
Do they deserve to die
How can anyone be deserving of such violent and indiscriminate death
The streets, literally stacked with the dead and dying bodies
People suffering far more than words or sound can express,
Although horrible sights and screams reverberate from the bullet-bitten buildings
People so far into death that only their eyes carry a glimmer of a hope of a chance of the spark of life
Soon the glimmer extinguished by the passage of time
Dulled by unimaginable pain
And the graveless many are issued their blank pages in history books
Forgotten and replaced by
Colombus and industrialization
