the mind boggles
yet another bottle
of sugar
water
and poison

massive quantities
shipped with loving care
to the latest genocide
numbs the outrage
replacing the dead
with more and more
and more

the body has no reason
drinking in
another rancid season
as friends and family
quibble

and the sacred halls
of power
present the day’s pablum
artfully packaged
with hope
and fear

the soft light
a knowing glance
the professional propagandist
nodding beautifully
with thinly-veiled contempt

will anyone remember
does nothing break
the broken

or will this always be
the recipe
for peace

m(-_-)m