Civilization Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The land that spoke of rights and light,
Now turns its gaze to end a life,
A scripted scene of cold command,
A final breath across the sand.

The soldiers stand with steady aim,
To play a dark and lethal game,
The signal sounds, the trigger clears,
To feed the hunger of the years.

No justice in this polished steel,
Just shadows that the lenses feel,
The camera waits to catch the fall,
To broadcast death unto us all.

The ancient stone is built anew,
In halls where power keeps the view,
The circus lights are turned on high,
Beneath an open, digital sky.

The world is watching through a screen,
The cruelest act that's ever been,
Where mercy dies in quiet dread,
And entertainment earns its bread.