A Piece On Wars and Peace
a piece on wars and peace
the breeze’s burden breath
struggles with itself as it wearily
blows over bloated cradled remains
bloated cradled remains
saturating space
with perfume odors
of the aroma of death
and the dead
the dead are indeed at peace
the living left to survival agony
left behind by the begetters of war
begetters of war
studying in vain vanity
oblivious that peace is given
and wars are never won
in war
only death is the victor
and we are all the victims.
they say rumors of more remain…
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2016
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