Man, Today

A boy bleeds
as I step on his glasses.
I do not mean to, and he will not
need them. But still he cries.

A girl sits
Inside a hut. I drag her out,
And shoot her in the gut.
I am angry, because of the boy.

I burn the hut,
I think it's broken -- inside,
Rats scurry through flames.
I do not think they feel pain.

Away, I see a man. He stares again,
And again, I nod, he nods back.
"This, it must be done", I call,
And he calls back.

Outside the villiage,
There is no fire. I am scared again,
But I am angry. The boy,
his blood is still on my boot.

What beast has churned his bowels
And deposited me in these bloody shoes?
This man called death, he's lost again,
And I am here to do his job.