These battered grounds have been traveled before
Deserts became swamps with jungles between
Epics, struggles for all humanity
So it is taught
Aberrant illusion, accepted peace,
Unidentified foreign object state
Coincident with man’s religious elusions
Secular needs drive devil’s must
Leave this lost place of righteous fire
Allow those who are consumed by it keep
Beliefs suborned by centuries
These lands are beaten into live fire zones
Killing sacks and suicide traps between
Broken crusts, promises, holy places
Call out to pray
Mistaken prophets exclaim zealotry
Excuses conduct not prohibited
Permits everything that is alluded
Listen close; it is time to realize that
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Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on January 5, 2006
Sounds like Iraq..the description fits..both spiritual and secular..interesting..you'd be very interesting to chat with..
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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exceptional piece..
Vesna :)
Never to trust another smiling at you...it could be the devil himself!!
Love Tinka
Excuses conduct not prohibited
Permits everything that is alluded
Listen close; it is time to realize that
Well, you completely lost me with this poem and especially the ending. I liked the way you said it, but damned if I know what you said.