War and Hopelessness

Words, black on white paper,
distant shouting,
War trumpets, threatening.
Deafening
Death,
And the clamour of the chosen few
for the throne of supreme approval,
the divine rights of the dogs,
the wounded cries of the ones crushed
in their paws,
torn by their claws.
We read the words,
and sip coffee,
turn the eyes away
while our laws cover pain,
pain numbs the spirit,
the pain essential,
so that fear rules the mass,
And hearts beat in boxes...
Safely hidden, happily safe.