Silent night,
dressed in arms,
rockets, and nuclear warheads.
Holy night,
beneath a cloud of debris,
flames, and the smell of burning flesh.
The righteous prevail again,
but the war continues,
there is no rest,
for the wicked.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
