War reporter
Out of a job,
Stands in front of
multiple rocket launcher
grinning.
Belongs to the baddies
now in our hands, says he.
We at home
Watch amused,
Bemused
At the numerous lives
taken,
The smell of fear
at that distinctive noise
Isn’t the distortion
of reality
unjust?
I wouldn’t touch it with
A ten-foot pole-
But he leans, alpha-male
On the cursed.
Well done,
War reporter.
He’s just doing his job…to earn his bread and butter. Maybe he feels this way too…we’ll never know.
coincidently watched the same on TV. can’t help feeling the constant need to show n tell.. to have to remind the ppl that there was a war. and the all mighty govt banished the evil..