I Want to Sleep in My Spirit Shoes

High Value

Bomb’s Away

Dripping blood spirals downward

Medal thorns ripping skin

Raining broken fragments

On the race of men

Question

First bomb dropped on a restaurant rooftop

Attempting to kill one man

Never considering the women and

Children within?

Whose fault?

One man hates the other

Collateral damage

Somewhat understandable

But to purposely disregard the

Innocents

Makes us no better than them