from sentient beings.

Your unconfronted and unprocessed

terror

of your up and coming

death

makes you

an unqualified and incompetent

peace-nik

physician

and

parent.

A dismal human being – given one night on Earth

to do whatever you’d want,

you’d likely reach out and press down hard

on the red nuclear bomb button.

Your trembling fear of the dark

triggered your finger

and

what you’d shout out loud before bombing us all,

”This Is My Righteous God Chose Me Above All AllMighty Holy Mission!”.

©️March 2025 Much Love Deb Poems