Weinen

For whom do I weep

Is it for the bloodied
The minions of the war machine

Does this affliction of mine eye
Remember the loss of self
The burial of the truth of me

I doubt these thoughts

I care not for the dead
Nor myself

Is it for the faceless one
For your sense of responsibility

This makes more sense

Regardless

I sit here

Watching glorious violence

Observing actors
Playing at war
As they sob in terror
Or for the loss of their decency

I watch this
Sensing your arms
Clinging to me
Holding onto something

Anything

To help you out of your dream

So I weep

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