tomorrow

people are dying out there.
body bits are flying everywhere without specific coordinates to land on.
so they casually land on the innocent because that's what body bombs do, they don't see the eyes of those they tear apart.
they don't see the dark future they impart on those who are doomed to remember these times.
they just land on people standing too close to the fire because that's just what body bombs do.

cloaking tyranny with confusion and hate.
their hatred sits and festers in their hearts like the memories of their loved ones dying projects over and over onto scarred walls.
it's great, now we can sleep sound in our lives so far away.
never batting an eye or flinching at the sound of someone else's baby dying.
it's hard to care when the violence is somewhere out there in the darkness instead of laying right beside you.
we don't have to see it, and those who look don't understand what it is they see.
who will remember their names tomorrow?

you can hardly see the peace, or hear happiness in the air anymore.
bombs are coming down instead, raining carelessly from everywhere.
every corner of hell.

there is no one to remember their names.