War Zebra Poems

The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had...

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Commenting on the Weather

My coffee is hot, 
the cream was cold, 
the outcome... just right. 
The screen, 
the window out and into the world...
awaits my...

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High Powered Fences, 
Beyond Your Vote

Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a), 
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people, 
and not against. 
"They"...

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Lies to Our Self

I will be okay. 
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine. 
All the time, 
we talk too much, 
and not enough. 

Lose...

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No War...

In the days...
between here and there, 
many will find, 
time for reflection. 
Time to consider...
all that was lost, 
all that was gained, 
everything worth...

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Run Through in Babylon

Friends, I wish to speak, 
but they have cut out my tongue. 
So I fumble...

Instead,
I hear your words, they are strong, 
and...

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The Cashier at the 5 and Dime

She does not wear paint on her face. 
I noticed, there is no war to be found, 
around the...

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The Unsaved

I watch you from a distance. 
I see everything you do. 
Your life is hard, 
and the world is unkind, 
mostly, if only at...

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Stolen Statues

The glory of yesterday, 
taken down and destroyed. 
Pummeled into dust,
by those that stole their rights, 
to be where they are. 
They promised good...

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Heroes Undone

We train men up to go to war. 
We train them to fight and kill,
the enemy. 
The people…
in foreign and domestic lands, 
that have...

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Emblazoned…
On their banners!

Numbers placed upon us, 
by government officials, 
taking money from 
foreign countries, 
because they can, 
because we let them. 

Sons and daughters holding...

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Waltzing Without You

The reason I yelled, 
I lost my mind. 
It slipped away. 
stolen by the war,
and my own human failings.

You were right, 
I was...

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Tricks in the Dark

Evil does not need to be, 
ever in the shadow. 
In fact, it likes to walk, 
among us… best. 

It hides and...

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My Umbrella

It was the reason
for everything,
needed, 
that had any value. 

It started with rain, 
on a Sunday morning. 
It moved to the car,
that would not...

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Waiting

Sitting in the office…
of someone, 
I rather not see. 
To talk about things, 
I rather not say. 
To hear, 
what does not need,
to be said.

I...

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