Wednesday, November 25, 2015


Their clotted flesh is strewn
in puddled blood
observed through smoky tears. 
A witless horror staggers
in the hammered atmosphere,
a wailing siren nears.

Below the jingoistic roar 
as hate-bombs swagger in the air,
in his head he longs to hear
a just-enlisted pacifist,
a dazed apology from war.

George H Northrup
New Hyde Park, NY
Donated to the International Committee of the Red Cross

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