MH17

Some will say it happens
Screwing up can happen
Naked bodies from the clouds
Orphans asking why

I remember thinking
When I saw him peeking
Photographing warzones could be
misidentified

It unpacked all their carry-ons
And the craft and their minds

Kill a man for speaking
Yes-men for the weakling
I have called you all here today
Spontaneously

I’m a man of action
For my satisfaction
You were fools to fight far away
This one’s at my feet