Broken Prose Fragments


Poetic Prose Fragments

 

 

Out

these mottled skies

rains

things of destruction

malaise

we, harbingers the of death

~~~

From

the first stone

tossed

to the missiles

still

pocking flesh torn

lands

bloods pooled

our

monuments

history

 ~~~

Where

is the humanity?

Where

is the empathy?

~~~

Last

 one at the party

please turn off the lights…..

 

 

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