Corporate Warfare.

A red sun
and a dead son-
fathers' exemption
from the bombs that fall.

Blue carpet stained
with the life-blood
of the father:
a picture is clasped-
all that remains
of the mother:
now long gone.
The memory of
peace has collapsed,
like a poorly
built home that's
made of cards.

Silence without solace
is guidance without purpose.

Wars waged from home without just cause.
We are unjustly charged with the loss.
Wars fought from sofas sewn so soft.
We pull the trigger while they talk cost.