True Illness

I cannot fathom what it takes
To sit behind a lens
And watch someone die
Again and again and again and again
The self-protected, self-contented,
Voyeuristic, sadistic extremes
Preferring to consume, then expel,
Instead of care and intervene.
Self-righteous murderers slurping
Whatever blood doesn’t cry from the sod:
My only hope is that man
No longer reflects the image of God.