Jaundiced eyes
reflect the fire,
the lick of a flame
illuminates hate
---
weathered hands
kneed the grief
of attacking visages,
silently wailing
recklessly hating
unbelievers epiphanies
lie in vengeance
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broken cities
shattered bones
exploded innocence,
turning faith
into fanaticism
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Dogs scamper
wafted on the scent,
BOOM one expires
feed for a pack,
brains clear reason
failed sacriments
the seal breaks
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A child's eyes
soundlessly hunger
listlessly pleading,
repugnant ignorance
seeds the next crop
breeding dead men
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Mothers weep
and weep
and weep,
soldiers march,
lines uncrossed
to millions dead
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Perform alchemy,
summon compassion
searching peace,
and infinite grace
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Millions are not gone yet,
but it looks like that's the way it's heading. I think we're in for something very bad.
Riveting poem and once again... relevant.
This is,
This is the madness of our world, ideologues fighting each other for what? A great but very sad poem. Love Roscoe...