Imagine
Imagine a long Winter of wars -
Multitudes of people on all fours,
Hiding under tables by the scores.
Ice cold instability.
Head-tilting species, in disbelief.
Poor bowls are empty, no relief.
Not even handed a bone, as aperitif.
Huddled in fur.
Dirty snow, and the secrets it holds -
The bombs, bullets, knives it molds;
Brutality, snarling, & corpses upholds.
Imagine the horror.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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