Wrath

I, the bloodthirst

That reduces cities to rubble

I am the wounded child

With no family left to lose

Nothing human is alien to me

I, the avenger

That takes the life of thousands

For the price of one

I, the deathly rubble

Among dozens of children

Cold, and bloodied

Nothing human is alien to me

I, the murderer

The killer of innocence

I blow up homes from the sky

Rain rockets on their cities

I, the terrified mother

The helpless father

Consumed by hunger

Nothing human is alien to me

I, the blood of the innocent

The wrath of the murderer

I am the oppressor.

I am the oppressed.