Bodies guided by warlords
Total unrest
Harvesting commodities
With bleeding, sweating hands
Psyche numbed by bloodshed
Toiling for oppressors
Pawn in a proxy war
Syndicated combat
Diaspora of hired guns
Vengeful from collateral conflict
Starved enough to take the bait
Blank enough to take the order
Hidden hands absolved of guilt
Don’t see it all
Labyrinth of gears turning
Only see two hands moving
Bullets fill the air
Remote destruction
Factions against elite domination