Yeterli Gelibolu

Yeterli Gelibolu Yeterli
                                       (Enough Gallipoli Enough)

Passchendaele and the  Somme  all those battles
            
                          ~ To end all wars and all we got is poppies ~

More ‘papaver’ red petals in Gelibolu as far as eyes can
see and minds can take sprinkled over constant denial
like rancid blood sweet talked in icicles of raging demise

				              ~ Hypnogogic Hallucinations ~
                         ~ Dreams are for real ~

	        Not in my name  but surely it can’t be  the  fault  of 
  	        those  flowers that they  seed so  happily where the
	        sorrow  remains  fertile  on  sculls  engraved  under 
	                             
~ Crosses and Half Moons like ~  
		          ~ Weeping Widows clothed in a scarlet sea ~

Nature works well  when  left alone from  sick human minds
beauty  does not  require  money  power  bullets  or   greed
but poppies seem to grow  best when  rooted on  bone meal

		             ~ Humanity crushed into osseous matter ~
             ~ Calcified depravity forever and when...~

04th May 2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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