Be ruthless

Wars can take years to end, yet only a second to begin,

With thousands of lives seeing such gruesome acts of sin,

Falling from the morbidity of the travelling to the firing zone,

To the morbidity of trudging your life’s dirty path on your own,

In the morbidity of a thought that death is now an inevitable friend,

That’s now on your mind, with every step, until your imminent end,

Oh how the world is such an obscene place to raise a child and to live,

As the chariots of stars watch in distain, witnessing acts impossible to forgive,

So his black and white world with splatters of blood in all its crimson glory,

Sliced apart by daggers from the devil, with intent to kill and an erupting fury,

As a moon, so brilliant, anxiously watches the surface of a mutilated world,

Reminiscing of the days before tyranny, terror and revulsion unfurled,

The wind whipped through the darkness like it was the only slave,

And when the muted call came, there was neither a push nor a wave,

As a gesture of bravery is destroyed like nothing you’ve ever seen,

You take that sword; you take that shield and you make them gleam,

For a single act of bravery can define your legacy. Be brutal.

Be ruthless.