​the foul odour of scarred flesh.

the reeking decomposition.

bodies once animated, once so alive, now strewn across the moist ground.

the surgical strike.

pin-point accuracy.

the smartest weapons, deployed, to decimate the bad guys.

black and brown people, more often than not, pummeled to a pulp, black and blue.

while LCD screens miles away, surveill, scanning for potential targets, the unknown other.

the evil doers,

as mothers and daughters, pick out apples and spinach

in a market-place in the cross-hairs