Untitled #19 / a Thousand Skulls
A thousand skulls litter the battlefield
the stench rises, vultures fall
rivers run red,
“wasted wars and selfish pride”
How many of them knew the truth?
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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