Truth Of Our World Poem by Brad Kellum

Godless chair upon which we seat.
Tasteless treat of another mans defeat.
Souless progression unto the world's defection.
Missle guided truth becomes our weapon.
Leading our children in the opposite direction.
A plague of desolateness, of lost reflection.
Meaningly assured of our obsession.
Peacefully deadly the choice destruction.
Chemical warfare our greatest protection.
Taking us to the final elation.
Without a soul, no skin, no breath
Releasing us, unhallowed, exquisite death.