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war

“No matter how many arms and legs the war cuts off,
how many blind and deaf people it creates, no matter how many deaths it causes,
there will always be morally rotten demons and mentally incompetent morons who
want war!”― Mehmet Murat ildan


the bark of guns
the belch of flames
the ricochet
of wicked games
no one can understand

the smoke of fire
the stench of flesh
the stain of blood
spilled long and fresh
red rivers in the land

such is the fate
of senseless men
wounded by pride
whose acumen
falls wounded in the sand

compassion dead
forgiveness blind
justice interred
peace quarantined
born-freedom contraband

a world stands by
one pale beast rules
ego inflamed
whose temper cools
not, heeding no command

spirit of Cain
Abel you slew
how long must i
weep over you
nakedly moribund!

© Copyright 2022 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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