war

the web is spun

the fingers run

on splintered bone

a soldier’s gun

 

inks scripture rite

in fading light

the keys are hid

a smothered fight

 

where masters play

an earthy clay

blindfolded men

the dead are laid

 

sandy pockets

plug silent sockets

raging sides

missile rockets

 

line our grounds

marching sounds

pay to office

flags fly proud

 

lead kids to dust

on misplaced trust

to crazy acts

of insane lust

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war

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