Harbinger
of erased nation
A death toll
on both sides
leads nowhere as the fear rides
to uneven poll
the clock strikes
unequal death chimes
we surmount
the war crimes
our memory a closed tap
bodies our minds wrap
Live cocoons
shelter vivid thoughts
unwilling
uncaring
we see not what then transpired
as thousands expired
Fed through spoons
weather-beaten words
Flimsy talks
forceful walks
to the other side of hope
a yearning to cope
Warning call
lost time to recall
regret stitched
intimate
within layers of the brain
lesson to retain
The legs pace
unknown surfaces
riddled lanes
absorb pains
of humanity’s disgrace
all blood same red lace
Reading of the poem:
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A beautiful, tragic, poem
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Thank you Derrick. What is happening is tragic on both sides
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Absolutely. Your title makes that clear
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Excellent and very timely poem in light of the current war in the Middle East.
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Thank you. Yes what is happening is very sad and hopefully things will settle down
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