Blood Poem by J.M Berger

Blood for oil,
Blood for money-
I am become death, Destroyer of Worlds.
Men in armor
Riding the big machines,
Like modern day black knights atop metallic dragons,
Came here uninvited.
‘We’re saving you from yourselves.
We’re telling you what to do but we’re doing it with love…
Like what you’ve done here.
But it could still use some work.
Let me fix it my way-
Show you what it’s really worth.’
The color fades, but never disappears.
A constant reminder of the shame of being a man.