Erase

The tears you shed will fall,
unseen.
As belligerent boys shout obscenities
from afar.

Rocket fueled phalli fly,
through invisible borders,
into the homes of children
whose mothers
can't
afford
water.

Is this the pride of humanity?
The ultimate achievement?
Murder is science.
A technological breakthrough.
To kill - without being seen,
without seeing,
without moving,
without feeling.
Our God is an awesome god,
whose fury is unmatched,
even by our atomic erasers.

Oh, how we aspire to match his greatness.