Audiences.

You are mere pawns on a mighty chessboard.
Your deaths are mere numbers
and you should be glad,
for what more dignified way is there to die
in the midst of a war-
one you did not want-
than to be an additional digit
in a tally of deaths?

What would you rather have
than a silent, ignorant audience?

Would you rather have your face-
or whatever is left of it
from the explosion
that tore half your identity away,
leaving the other half so covered in blood and death
that your own mother would struggle to recognise you,
if she were alive to see you-
used as the symbol
of humanity’s greatest defeat?

Would you rather have your name flashed
across mobile screens and televisions
for all the world to chant
in a whisper of gratefulness
that your fate is not theirs,
that your name is just one
amongst a list of other unfortunates
which, fortunately, do not include one of their own?

Would you rather have the statistics
of the bombs that explode
every three minutes
and of every bleeding body
that they leave in their wake;
or perhaps you’d like to have
every bullet
that left the barrel of a gun
to enter the body of an innocent
documented, in an organised file
in order to be pondered upon intently
by suited men
who shall nonchalantly discuss
what outcome your life is worth?

What would you rather have
than a silent, ignorant audience?

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