Scattered

Anger

I throw out my hands in desperate search,
  amidst the ruddy puddles,
    and electrified barbed wire networks
 Hands calloused and bloody.
  Arms hopelessly torn and tattered.
    A mind in chaos--completely scattered
      as plastic pieces lay strewn before me.
They were not people!
  Nor they alive, breathing, thinking!
    Screw the electronic currents they
      once pulsed--the control they lacked!
Screw the pulse, the control I lack!

Drowning in the ruddy pools...
   I throw out my hands in desperate search