A Prayer For Bosses And War Mongers

by Doug Draime

When they are holding
the razor blade to
their own wrists, or cancer
is eating them away
like a ravenous
beast, crushing
their bones for
the marrow.
And no amount of
money or lies or
power
can save them,
from the blade
in their own hand or
the beast of cancer
finally reducing them to ash.
I pray they remember,
seconds before they die,
all the people they have
destroyed
and oppressed and
condemned.
And I pray that that thought
is their last one.