On Things Promised

The nature of something
Promised to you
Is: it's given to you as a gift
It's reserved for you
Well-preserved for you
That its transfer to you may be swift

And the giver ensures
That the gift they are giving
Is pure and pristine and intact
Untainted by blood
Or the cries of the living
To whom it was given in fact

I guess what I'm trying to say with these words is:

Rockets and bullets and gases and booms
Of phosphorous white that melts aways skins
And bulldozing babies inside sacred wombs
And gunning down kids seeking shelter in bins

Are proof that the gift you are killing to get
Was promised to humans more worthy than you