Why do Wise Monks Burn

Why do Wise Monks Burn?

Suicide bomber kills crowd.

Smart-weapon aims to please.

Kindness picks up stray flesh

despoiled meat, once was child.

Mothers infinite love, sobbing.

Another explosive machine arriving.

Soldiers clasp death sticks

heavy gravestones on their backs.

Teeth gnash, orders flow

patriotism a scowling mask.

Saluted flag directs the way

smoke rising from human blood.

Fear, and lies have teeth

propaganda bites the truth.

Artists pimp their profile

as beauty is raped again.

True poets mouths muted

words won't cleanse the hurt.

Suits with smiles hunt money.

Home and genome are trade goods;

The very process of life, commodity;

Expediency, an elbow in an old woman’s face;

Greed-ocracy, a thrusting bayonet;

Demos-cracy, a slit-throat gurgle;

Humanity, a shrieking echo;

Slaves, people to thrash;

Citizens, obstructive pestilence;

Culture, a fucked up scream;

Food, profit and poison.

Shush..., shush... amidst the cacophony

stoic, noble legs, walk gently.

Buddhist sandals avoid insects

respecting profoundly, all living creatures.

A deep breath moment...

Comment on the madness

The light of a pure love becomes hot fire

and a wise monk burns.

© thePoetGeo