A puzzle in pieces, who will put us back together?
Edges bruised and broken, swollen, soaked in others’ blood
Perfect picture once reflected beauty of our Maker
Now a mirror for tortured tears, She cannot re-make us whole.
Knives and bullets cut attackers’ hearts with death
Explode, rip and gore soft targets of their face
We stare blind as blades of shrapnel, poison gas our breath
This carnage of skills intensifies, dead babies’ grins deface.
Children screaming haunting mothers from the grave
Their innocence declared a legend by the lunatic
Agonizing branding pain sears and scars the brave
Infecting later generations’ promises the mutant heretic.
Each day we wake to paint and polish private perjury
Justifying make believe we live in chosen ignorance
Shield our eyes from pain and hurt to make it far away
Fixing our addiction, the hope that Judgment is a myth.