Shotguns For Lunch

Answers are inches from my face.
Irony all over the world set in place.
So the rich man broke his back setting new plans.
Going off like fucking time bombs set in foreign lands.

Promote anger to all those in check.
While soldiers avoid fire, "hit the deck!"
Wandering scavengers will loot the area wrought with fire.
Like the parasites called humans when severed from the wire.

We pretend God'll punish them all.
But it didn't exactly happen last Fall.
We hiss and boo when our soldiers piss on the hands of prisoners of war.
Yet we don't give a rat's ass when we witness terrorist blood and gore!

Ready or not, it's happening for some.
Apocalypse here we fucking come!
Reality is the bane of all those people too poor to overcome its deadly crunch.
While rich tyrants are fat and happy, warriors only have shotguns for lunch.

The man upstairs ignores the call for peace.
While the Church is SO busy ordaining the priest.
I can't imagine how many times a soul proclaimed 'Not like this' in dying breath.
Not when Earth's reality is much worse than divorce's kiss of bittersweet death.