World War 3
Tension in the air,
Weapons preparing to launch,
Tempest in the chamber,
Tranquil night but intermittent slumber.
Each day is clouded by the unknown,
Trouble like. seeds are sown,
None is willing to look into the mirror,
See through the eye of his neighbour.
Gloom pervades every room,
Spring leaves an ailing bloom,
Casualties are on the rise,
Misunderstanding is the deadly price.
September 17, 2023.
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