Weaponize

More than a thought for the people who died

Trying to be nothing more than themselves

In a world that we deem incapable of accepting that at times.

A human with a weapon kills people.

A weapon kills people.

A human deciding to use the weapon against another kills people.

I don’t like weapons, as they do

Kill people when someone chooses

To use them point blank against my head.

If I could choose, I‘d prefer not to be dead.

As comes the war,

I have do decide.

They weaponize words,

Mass murders they write.

To pick up my pen

And shoot them on sight.

Some say „They wouldn’t!“

But what if they might?

What if we normalized genocide

And no one dares to look as we speak.

Politicians instrumentalizing hate

Is the reason why we have to scream.

Because millions don’t pay attention

To bleeding bodies hitting the floor,

We need to write bullets into the heads

Of the people who ask „What for?“.

I am a storyteller and herein I tell

The tale of your kingdom that fell.

Your books full of lies,

Of victors showered in glory.

But have a look who it’s told by

To understand the full story.

War should be a lesson, much more a warning.

That’s why my story of war begins with mourning.