God-Steps

With your gun,

But like a child,

You’ve taken your first

Teeny tiny

God-steps.

Just one bullet here,

Just one body there,

You’re well on your

Way to

Creator/Destroyer.

(Don’t you worry)

With your bombs,
And like a seasoned pro,
You prattle on, about friendly
Fire and collateral damage,
Just one building there,
Just one class of children here,
You can’t justify this,
So don’t bother trying -
There’s no such thing as the greater good.

(So don’t you worry.)

Reviews

[EMF]

Brilliant. Simple as.

[Cassidy Mask]

brilliant. god i've missed your writing too.. it seems soooo long since we were all on here almost everyday! i'm afraid i can't match your analysis when it comes to poetry but i did enjoy this, particularly the way you began both stanzas "with your ___ like a ___" - think that worked well. and i also love it just because it somehow makes me think of GCSE RS. love love love.