Gunpowder Poem by Bjorn Visser

Gunpowder clouds cover the sky of the innocent.
A death no longer a loss
A tombstone becomes a rare expense.
No space wasted, a soul gone another already waiting.

Innocent laughter escapes a 3 year old girl.
She is the last of her kind, the last one to feel.

Suffer, something we all do as we pursue happiness.
Happiness, an emotion we all pretend to know yet its true meaning got lost.
lost with the laughter of an innocent 3 year old girl.

Silence. Laughter. Silence. Death.
Gunpowder clouds cover our world
the Lord and the Devil in duel.
the Devil moves and the Lord gets struck.
the Devils silent laughter heard.

Silence fill my echo, “answer” I whisper to the black.
No sooner than said those words reflect back, an answer gently tugs at my heart.
The Lord got struck and the Devil roared with laughter.
The gunpowder clouds rolled in.

Begging for mercy
Begging for life
is there still a true difference?

Un-answered.
Silence now known as the companion of loss.
Deaths no longer a tragedy
You, no more a living soul, you’ve become a number a blimp on a silent radar.

The Lord strikes but the Devil is to swift and as he moves away
Our lives get covered in specks of dust.
Bits of people burned by the flames of hell as the Devil roared with laughter at another soul won.
Specks of people giving up as the Lord fell down.

Eyesight, lost.
Touch, touch what?
The smell of death became our norm.
Is not feeling normal?
is not wanting normal?
is not caring, ok?

Innocence lost as the Lord duels the Devil.
Happiness a feeling we pretended to know.
A 3 year old girl becomes a casualty of war, not a war between men.
Not a war for life or death.
The war between the Lord and the Devil fighting for the souls of the people.
Fighting their fight as we stand and watch.
Covering our eyes with gunpowder stained lies.