Without a Care for Tomorrow
They sit behind their desks
Distributing order
To the goons who
Put them into action.
Safe within their bunkers
They unleash destruction
To wreck the lives
Of those from other factions.
Aloof from death,
Apart from agony,
Unmoved by misery
Unleashed.
They quaff their wine,
Eat their banquets,
Bask in luxury
While people quake in horror.
Selfishly they stash the cash,
Secure the power,
Spread the propaganda
Without a care for tomorrow.
Opher – 26.4.2022
The ones who unleash the horrors of war are not the ones who fight it or suffer from its consequences. They are safe, miles away, secure in underground bunkers, far from the action.
They do not get to see the results of their orders, to hear the screams or see the grief. They do not feel the terror. They are far away from the smell of cordite, the sound of explosions and the horror of exploding bodies.
They do not have to pick up the body parts of babies or bury the dead.
They live a life of opulence while their orders ruin lives far away.
They are evil personified.