Bombing for Peace

A short anti-war poem

Here’s a short anti-war poem I’ve had kicking around in my notes app. I’m not sure if I’d consider it finished, but it’s a start. I hope you enjoy it.

I wish it weren’t so relevant.

Tonight,
across the ocean,
in a country
I will never see,
angels are falling.

Their bodies 
exploding across the sky,
illuminating the night;
a barrage of destruction
trailing its fingers
through their wings.

People will tell me,
war was inevitable
that we were overdue,

but how
can the untimely deaths
of thousands,

ever be owed
to a god
who cast out
his own.