Modern Warfare
Angels of death criss-cross the night,
mere blips on a screen.
We huddle around our consoles
watching, sipping our coffee.
*
Someone else pushes the buttons
in our multi-player video game.
They sit in a room much like ours,
dimly lit with lots of flashing lights.
*
It’s mostly quiet, except for the humming
and whirring of computers and machines.
There’s usually no reason to think
about the fact that someone dies
*
every time one of those blips disappears
from the screen that I sit watching,
wondering,
how long until my next smoke break?
About the Creator
Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
My Vocal "Top Stories":
* The Breakers Motel * 7 * Holding On * Til Death Do Us Part * The Fisherman
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Comments (4)
Your writing is excellent. I must say, I was thoroughly impressed.
I do wonder if these games influence thoughts of murders😌
Yep, that’s the way it is. Well rendered and tragic.
Oh wow this hits hard. A subtle comparison for such a destructive force, yet, isn’t the layman’s equivalent just as harmful? Your emotional depth in this piece is very well rendered. 👏👏👏