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Friday, April 1, 2022


 

everything
is chaos
the village
has been
destroyed
all those
feckless vampires
those stalking
reckless warriors
walking
frantic dead
all those
falling
fanatic bombs
ruining home
grueling life
all the village dogs
those
still alive
running wild
hungry
confused
overwrought
by brutal fighting
so frightened
rummaging
through chaos
under bloodied rubble
over bloated bodies
far beyond
what was
just yesterday
this living place
had life
invested families
trusted relations
a welcome face
security and peace
where family dogs
could lie
dream and sleep
after
bombs exploded
after
so many died
after
invading soldiers
burned the village
scorched ground
I woke
weeping
midst
piles of war
styled litter
already
beyond
so many
fearful sobs
streams
of bloody tears
still
I find
some dream
flying
high
above
a sacred land
now
all the birds
have flown
searching
some place
to nest
for peace
guidance
from God
that holy hand
yet
I find
myself
crying
witness
such wretched
truth
everything
we once
held dear
total war
creating
untold destruction
obliterating
mortal life
provoking strife
each smoking portal
lost human rights
days and nights
tormented by fear
full of early death
all this eerie darkness
obscuring love and light
right veiled by battle blur
war torn starkness
nothing is ever clear

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