I write about sandwiches and skies

 I write about sandwiches and skies

Although I now know much news about how

Exploding death drops from above onto some

How human limbs and bodies are shattered and torn

I hear children shouting with pleasure

From the neighbouring school

It’s their playtime.

I seek dreamless sleep

Or mindless routine tasks.

I do little bits of campaigning

To salve my conscience

But I can never unknow

Whilst some are stopped from knowing forever