Monday, 15 September 2014

The war

Something's not right after a few mojitosMen pop out like smashed mosquitos
Right after the channel closure
The tourniquette's hugging a dead soldier.

Left with nothing but one arm
I am not thinking of making any harm
I wait for it to grow back again
As the being enters the stage of pain.  

I feel beauty, truth and war
I hear the yawp of hearts left torn.
I enter the stage of healing
I dismiss the reign of killing.

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