Imagine
Resting in your car
Imagine
Look up, look above, to the East
The lights
So bright, intense
Fireflies circling
Imagine
Those lights
Not stars
Missiles
Brighter
Getting brighter, larger
Closer they come
Louder, the scream
Deafening,
Blinding smoke, fire
Glass shattering
Abandoned vehicles stretching the horizon
Flamboyant reds, yellows
Christmas lights in October
Imagine
The cries, sobbing
Women on their knees
Bright fires
Deep, rich maroons
Flowing
Stumbling around
Stumbling over
The limbs
Bonnets scattered around
Babies searching for their mothers
Blood soaked clothing,
Clinging to their frail bodies
Imagine
An illusion of safety
Imagine
The death we become
Both the aggressor and the receiver
Imagine
A God crying, hands upon their face
Unsure what to think,
How to comprehend
Their people, their creation
Killing each other over beliefs
Imagine
Not understanding
Fighting blindly
No thought
Death becomes the innocent