With nothing so impermanent as time,
I watch all the monstrous devices of man
by the trappings of feigned indifference
Fire burns blood into the sand,
and we are left wanting for definition
of all the reasonings of atrocity
.
A severed hand holds the world,
blasted from her mothers arms,
and as fire flings it's tarnish
to and forth, unfurled and shorn
from the standard of compassion
and ballast of hope reborn
graphically described images of the horrors of war...very intense and profoundly sad write...(((HUGS))) and may God have mercy on us all...love, karla. :( *tears*
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