The ever new holocaust
What is it in a million or six
Soul shot from the muzzle
That slew her lover in her blood
Or fed furnaces of industrial hate
Squealing like rabbits, barefoot in the mud.
It takes no time to forget
Or perhaps we like to watch
The broken mother scream a
Death panic song for her
Child killed by the cluster bomb
Or masonry on the Gaza strip.
Lest we forget-
Sprawled amid a field of mines
His right leg and genitals torn off.
Lest we forget-
A million died, each a bloody scream.
These murders will
Like a confessional priest be enough
For us to atone.