War is a weedA Poem by elephant
A Turret’s symphonic thump ripples out to oblivion
While the sins of men repeat again Crimson floods finally merge with soil pinked While the sins of few breathe anew After time collides and divides bleached bones A new vicious seed is sewn © 2010 elephant |
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Added on January 7, 2010 Last Updated on January 7, 2010 |
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