Trauma (Of A Pilot Sent To War By Those Who Don'T Care) Poem by Josh Ras

During

Watch the earth erupt in flame
See the ground convulse in pain
Know that you’re the one to blame
Safe, encased, within your plane.
Real life made computer game but
End results are not the same
Real life gives them all a name
Those dots that you now burn and maim.

After

Now it’s you that feels aflame
Your soul that burns you with it’s pain
You know that you’re the one to blame
For what you did safe in your plane.
You know now that it’s not a game
You know now that it’s not the same
You’ve met the people, learned their names
Those dots that you once burned and maimed.