Crushed

A poem

I didn’t know what I was looking at.

I sat there, trying to comprehend the incomprehensible.

A body so ravaged that I could not tell it was ever a body.

A person so brutalized that had there not been an arm extending from what I was seeing, I would have never thought it was ever a living person.

I didn’t know what I was witnessing and now it lives in my head among infinite other horrors that have been pushed into my life by these pseudo-humans I’m forced to live alongside while I struggle to understand why they would do these horrific things I can never unsee.

I don’t know what I am looking at

In this sea of people around me.

They are living, loving, working, playing,

Focused on their daily routines.

Living their lies. Loving their leisures.

These descendants of greed, corruption, and cruelty.

Monsters who will justify the murders of any who inconvenience them or threaten their illusions of magnanimity.

The lying liars who lie
Who slaughter indiscriminately to protect their facades
I stare and accept that I do not know what I am looking at.
That I don’t know what I see.
But whatever it is, I refuse to let its…