REMORSE

Remorse is redundant
It should be banned
From dictionaries
And word banks
Those who think
They have remorse
Should be wiped out
Without remorse

WAR

Wilted blooms
Their dreams crushed
Without a second thought
Tears evade the eyes
Smiles are aliens
Only bombings and firing
Nothing else is heard
Or spoken
Screams, cries and groans
Go deaf in bang… boom…rap… rap
Why should I care?
They’re not my kin
Not of my blood or faith
My silence is honed
I’ve practiced day and night
And trained to feel nothing
To keep my conscience numb
This is war
I kill to live
And will be killed
For someone’s need to live