No Tomb Left To Pray For Prey
House for house wall for wall and crumb for broken crumb
We fight like Stalingrad with nothing left to salvage
For honour glory power and some ‘god’ or other
Ypres Gallipoli Aleppo Damascus and ruin’s rubbles blights plain sight
Can we not fight for loving kindness and devout compassion’s grace
An eye for an eye until there is no needle left and the haystack
Towers like a smouldering inferno over sanity and common sense
Dogma for dogma ideology for broken dreams in tatters
Mother of all Wars and Nations on the grounds of greed and hatred
Lost children lie in crippled parents’ vanished arms and hearts and souls
Broken bones and shattered forlorn essence splintering humanity
. . . Ashes strewn on the altar of self-righteousness
. . . Splattered brains and crumbling crumbs
. . . Poppies rest easy on bone meal and rotting flesh
29th May 2019
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