Marionettes

Even in the blazing summerThe world has frozen overSplattered with bloodOf swindled innocentsLoss of generationsUnconsoled lamentationsOur souls so coldHearts so numb;When Gods are at warMen matter no more?Just marionettes, pettyIn the playbook of destiny!

War

A surge in my veinsThrobbing templesBurning sensationOf rising resentmentHelpless, I seeMen in power beReckless, remorselessStirring uprisingsWhere anger isDirected to fellowsWithout folly, sans flawSo, fingers do not point,To merchants of war!