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Ongoing, First published Aug 06, 2023
Gathering war clouds
By james a. galgano

Beyond a dawning distant horizon much too often unforeseen
War clouds gather like voracious piranha upon unsuspecting meat.
Battle lines are calculatingly drawn to garner territory gleaned.
Upon awkwardly drawn maps upon wailing walls never accepting defeat
The much too powers that be play with others lives like mere pawns. 
To extend boundaries sought into coffers by design replete
There forces of competing might are moved across chessboard drawn
Upon embedded screen offering every movement response and expectation
Ignoring lives lost with each move suspiciously made within crowded room serene.
Where uniformed officials anticipate every response to decisions precisely made
While soon fallen warriors are made to gather upon soon battle lines engraved
In stone beneath soon bodies of all will be buried in reverence for efforts gleaned
By opposing powers that be in comfortable rooms far from the maddening crowd
Within that distant horizon much too often unforeseen gathers still war clouds
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