My Eyes Have Seen

To be bathed in the blood Of the unwary stranger Is to know empathy I am but spectator In this sinister sport And all I can do is wail Deep within my thorax My heart My lungs My breath full of anger At this duplicity of humanity This mask of death That hides in my sight That mocks my love That taunts my earnest repose Has me weak in its cruel clutches These pixels have multiplied too many times Each dot of blood So sharp, so clear Technology has stained my eyes I am bathed in the blood of strangers My ears ring From the timbre of voices in death I fear the loss of pain I've seen this sport before I've seen the innocent become hero I've seen the chains of succor I've seen the valor of strangers Steeped in the blood of victims I am the spectator of empathy