Body Count
The casualties rose
We couldn’t keep a body count
mass graves dotted the landscape
a toddler screaming
countless villages ablaze
unholy despot glories
nuclear seared ground
mustard gas permeates air
rancid poison is swallowed
no hiding spots found
drum tap of the machine guns
decimate remaining dreams
Copyright © George Schaefer | Year Posted 2019
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