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TEARS IN FUTILITY
Should i weep since tears are fluid?
Blinding down cheeks
Lost to warmth of a careless dash
of control, yielded to frigid stares?
Oh conscience!!! who holds thee at arms distance?
Masked to hide the the burden of inhumanity and deceit?
Fleeing, reason pausing,
Not to glimpse the smoke and terror of bombs, those good friends of armoured tanks,
But to inhale the stench of war,
To gulp the bitterness of irony and loss to comfort in sacred life,
In family circles,
Bubbling into an ether of nonexistence,
Ripe with splatter and death,
Senseless as the drop of a petal,
in ripple of an ocean,
too vast to understand that love conquers all.