It Kills You To Know

You can’t claim your innocence when you claim power over their lives
How can anyone choose death before life?
You turn your face away from the pictures
You don’t want to see the horror in their eyes; you want to go on just like
before
Just like always
Putting whatever bodypart you want in your mouth without the moral conflict
I hear their screams, they are endless
I see them in pain from the torture, dying in the murdermachine that you
support without guilt or perspective
They once had a pulse, hearts that were beating
They felt, the saw and the lived
So beautiful and unique in there ways
How can you?