They 

​They that support the bombing

Hourly kill their children and grandchildren.

Those that hate the ‘other’

Hourly hate their children and grandchildren.

They that are profligate

Hourly pillage  their children and grandchildren.

They that look the other way

Hourly care less for their children and grandchildren.

They that are them, 

They that are us,

They that look our of every mirror,

They that sadly shake their heads

And change the channel,

Or scroll quickly past

the suffering of their children and grandchildren,

Are deenched in so much blood,

So much loss.

Teasing the waving nerves of pain

Of their children and grandchildren.

They.