War maker

You have me by the throat.
You have the world in your fist.
You are crushing the feeling from the sky, and the air is screaming silently.

You have me,
but you have not suppressed my rage.

You enforce silence,
but you have not stolen my voice.

You act unconsciously,
but you cannot cut the life from the limbs.

I am that pale ghost in the black and white photo; but I am also generations of living offspring and
You have died over and over again weapon at your side.