War
A cowardly escape
From intractable problems
Posed by peace.
Demons conjured by senseless words
Are projected on the faces of children
The real enemies within
Silenced
by the shooting of a gun
As if
With bullets
We can silence
The voices of fear that echo
Until kingdom come
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Author:
alan b (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2026 01:59
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Comments1
You have opened the wound and now it drains the infection of the human race. War what we can not face in ourselves and what we desire but others have. We face our greed and have gone numb to the pain of others. A most poetic write and a fave
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