November 28: Justified

 The greatest sins (rape, torture) were triumphed eventually

with the greatest of pride; "Come and see

(click the link) that 'we' were justified."

The tit for tat that tattered the centuries

with war was glowed up for the new era

and everyone wanted more.

It was fought in press releases and with

the best intentions, and by people

meticulously checking their mentions.

And one side won but lost and the other

lost but won, and for a certain kind of mentality

that was part of the fun.

And no one really scrupled over how it 

all began. Stories differed, and kept on 

differing. Right according to plan.

And once over, those distant people felt their various

wounds and traumas, while nearer home

they threw a party to toast the end of the drama.

"Modern warfare, technological triumph,

tribute to our age": whatever. Rituals were

needed to sanitize the filthy remnants of rage.

The ancient horsemen rode with honor in the

ghastly parade. (Between you and me, to see them;

we all should have been dismayed.)

Famine taking his narrow, satisfied bows to

the most cheerful harvest song, to celebrate the dead fields

where nothing natural went wrong.

Broken ships and far-flung shipments to needless

distant ports left so many cupboards

intentionally bare, the margins brutally short.

War, that old charger, riding in his bloody medals

to a martial drum had success with the rumors of

his name and from where he would come:

"From everywhere, from all sides, trust no one!"

with messages confused, the people had

destroyed themselves, not knowing they were used.

And Pestilence, the opportunist, showed his face and let

the mob applaud, have done his best to direct the arrows

that were once slung only by God. 

Death led the way, and also fell behind and showed them

to the portal, with nothing more than these words to say:

"Remember, thou art mortal." 

But not today for that brave multitude, that owned: they showed out,

they ate, they became epic and immortal

apotheosized, heroic, digitally great:

the antlike soldiers, who memed and considered

all this war an op, having created great war machines

in Adobe and Photoshop,

drenched themselves in fake blood as people with

real blood died, they fought a great war to be

seen, and felt very justified.