Finish

We are here, simply,
To add the final words
To a disgruntled poem,
To slip the final knife
Into the tumors,
Into the hatred,
Into every poison.

We have come
As conquerors,
To overtake
All that our parents,
Their parents,
Their grandparents,
Their great grandparents,
Could not.

We are here to finish
What was left undone.

Reviews

[Kurayami]

This is a nice poem.

~Kurayami