And of those out of sight By Michael Shen

the chorus at anguished full throttle

            decrying

                        the tsunami of ordnance

                                    infecting the homeland;

yet nary a whisper

            bearing witness

                        to the plague loosed upon this world

                                    by the lords of arms,

                                                the billions, yes trillions, spent

                                                                        obliterating family and home

                                                                                                 nations and peoples

                                                herding the broken remaining                                 

into barren camps fecund grounds for crushed hope and joy

                                    onto rotting porous vessels struggling against embracing seas

                                    towards nations promising rejection

            those millions…

                                                outside…and out of sight.

and in a parallel universe

hollowed out at its heart of soul and in its breadth of arteries and muscle

amidst the cacophony of dissidence and denial

each group peers into its own circus mirror, the rest out of sight

the frenzy of those trillions being sucked from the core deafening silence

our old friend karma keeps coming…

                                                                                                home.