Beside the point

That’s beside the point, the fathers

and sons dying for the alien space

the gunfire that cripples and smothers

the previously loving place.

That’s beside the point, the face

haunting every good memory they had

or tragically dying grace

turning everything they held dear bad.

That’s beside the point, the blood

trickling down their dirty hands.

the way they don’t care for mud

sticking to the honourable plans.

That’s beside the point, the bodies

of comrades that trusted and fell.

It’s their fault for picking buddies,

from the demons that operate hell.

That’s beside the point, the disgust

that chokes the last glimpses of fate.

The beast will roar if it must,

for the sandy promises of being saved.

That’s beside the point, the damnation

nobody can fix the inflicted damage.

It’s truly the world’s worst creation,

But nothing works better than carnage.

That’s beside the point, the tremors

minds failing to catch up with the horror.

It was done for the peace beggars

to create and enforce order.

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