Perfumed In Prophecy

How’s it that

someone’s killing is a crime

while someone else’s

is called justice

and gets broadcast

with a military discount?

How’s it that

some bullets scream war,

some wear uniforms,

and others —

just peacekeeping,

even when they smell like genocide

perfumed in prophecy?

How’s it that

lunacy gets tax exemption

when it’s renamed religion,

and slavery becomes a payslip

with just enough zeroes

to kill your rebellion

but not your rent?

How’s it that

one man’s white

is another man’s black

in a world so high on grey

it can’t tell ash from bone?

And how the fuck

did a bunch of dumbfucks

convince another bunch

they were apostles of wisdom

when they needed internet

to help them spell “philosophy”?