Guilt and Innocence

When man fluffs and preens while waging war,
His soul with peace has no rapport,
And his gleeful bright-eyed insouciance
Is no substitute for an innocence
If in the shadows he always stays,
Choosing some for death by thumbing worn files,
Never allowing for any delays
Till innocent bodies are heaped in piles.
He receives the reports, utters a prayer,
Then back to the files, of death unaware.

Frank Hammer
July, 2003