his dreams

Jon Nakapalau

were the manifested
                                                                      nightmares
                                                                                    of everyone else
but it made                                          no difference to him
because desire had promised
no accountability
to any                                                                                other power
                                                                                in the name of any god
that sleep of reason
which is the lullaby tyrants hear
as they are tucked in bed
after nursing
                                                                                            on the black milk of war.

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 21st, 2026 16:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: A sad commentary on the world today.
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 4
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  • sorenbarrett

    I like that line "on the black milk of war" Most interesting format. Well done

  • Goldfinch60

    Moving words Jon.

    Andy



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