Dead Kids

Dead kids. I carried a rifle through a desert. Dismissed the other as inhuman for their barbarism, their pederasty. Bacha bazi and beaten wives. Not in my AO. Not while I still had control. And then I come home. Pedos in charge. Kids shot in classrooms. Now I sit in a generic suburban home. Armed, suspicious, and powerless. A cog in a machine generating wealth for technocrats and chomos. The news cycle continues. More dead kids. This is freedom. This is God’s plan.