A thousand flags wavering
In the outcries of smoke
Lifting unwillingly
admist the forgotten dew.
Polluted minds dragging bodies across lands,
In marching steps and praying hands.
Contorted screams slit open bound faces and surrendered throats in the name of patriotism.
Images burying
in yesterday's bone,
Left in burial dust,
where stems of bouquet lay,
bearing the scent of the fallen.
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My Metamorphosis
PoetryStay alive and always look out for changes as the life events unfold! Change has to be a thing for everyone because adapt to it, we must. I constantly seek for a new presentations which results me in a leaping and changing style (not desired in th...
