I wrote this about two weeks ago. I'll admit, I was not in the greatest mood that night.
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Always shifting
never straight.
Summer branches
sway to the left
or right.
Never -
swaying with me.
as I walk this room.
With circles, waiting
for their ends.
War waits for its end
while a mother’s grief
never ceases.
Who profits ?
the earth in a way.
Blood enriches the soil.
One less human,(maybe)
will destroy it now.
The radio plays a tune.
Does death love this songs?
Is each of the notes,
a grave marker
for the future?
I can’t hope anymore.
I’m too old
and alone in this world.
I’ll pray but why ?
When it’s his words,
causing the world’s grief.
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