When you look upon the mirror
do you see the hero you dream of
or the monster you’ve become?
You are the perfect reflection
of the thing you seek to destroy:
his weapons for your big red button,
his brainwashed masses for your loyal troops,
his hatred for yours, burning just as bright.
The music of war is ringing in the distance
orchestrated by your very own hands
from the safety of desk and desire,
indiscriminate in its weeping audience
with hearts that beat like those of the children
who welcome you home with oblivious smiles.
When you look upon the mirror
I ask you, are you proud?
Wonderful poem, very thought-provoking.
Thank you very much. I’m flattered you think so 🙂
You’ve caused me to introspect my being now.
Glad I could make pause for thought. Thank you for reading 🙂
Wow, I could appreciate that one for days! Fabulous work, Callum. It’s extremely moving.
Thanks, Mel. That means a lot 🙂
Good question.
We all have good and bad days 🙂