Children torpedoed into adulthood
Men leaving wives and children to glean bread
They have to harvest and bake for themselves
The tale of a terror we know as war
This fight for borders this grab for more earth
Even when it cakes another man's boot
It is called hell wrapped in garments of greed
A covetousness risen from darkest void
Recline rescind retreat you worthless force
Back to the realm of never nevermore
© gillena cox 2022
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To write a decuain
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you dug deep for this dark decuain, Gillena
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Powerful, Gillena.
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Thanks for your appreciation Merril
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Gillena your poem reads as a protective talisman. May it be so.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Lili
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That would be a good ending...
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Well depicted, Gillena - a terrible situation!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Ingrid
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Real protest poetry....megalomaniacs, yes, with their greed and need to control
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You said it like it is, Gillena, in this powerful poem from opening line to last phrase...if only words could send them back!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Lyn
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I really think you captured what we all feel in this time when war without any reason is upon us.
ReplyDeleteVery well said, Gillena!
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