What the shit is a crisis but a tragedy
A tragedy is an abomination
A terrible, terrible thing
That no human should have the power to replicate
Tragedies every day, in every setting
I hate them
Hospital bedlights gleaming
Synchronized with patient screams
And brutal decapitations, embarrassing
Guillotines lined through the hall and
Reared for combat.
Blades of iron, steel, and bronze
Inked with bright red tattoos across
The metal of the tragedies occurring exclusively
In the metropolitan placeholder streets.
In the government facilities of war.
Crisis maker, breaker, taster
Crazed lights blinding disgust.
Tragedies. The world’s a tragedy.