Burn
History confirms, Despite always being written by the victors, That the world has forever Been like this.; The slaughter of innocents, The denial of the right to live, The oppression… Continue Reading
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Formulate
The cusp of weathers Curls around the centre of These days, turns calm Into a storm of consequences We feel for what is left Of our lives. We should have… Continue Reading
Illustrate
The history books burn. Internet circuitry burns out. All networks down, Data banks and backups Wiped. Everything empty. Illustrate this. The crimes of all nations Are not forgotten, Nor the… Continue Reading
Dreary
To wake into a dark morning was Being ripped from life by the claw Of a dreary monster created to kill What beauty is left. I cannot reason with the… Continue Reading
Follicle
He still freely discards his DNA; An exhalation of spit here, a drop Of sweat there, a fingernail into A public bin, an odd follicle Ripped from him during rougher… Continue Reading
Shut
They close all the doors to Shut out their former lovers, To keep away the spectres of Who they themselves were when They crawled over each other In their haste… Continue Reading
Open
It’s before dawn. Behind him, the sun surges below The city line, light lost To other continents. The Globe is smaller than Imagined. In front of him, High up in… Continue Reading
Ramifications
Rarely has the world had A period of peace, because Men always want fight wars Intended to reinforce theire Fearlessness In the face of imagined threats, Chase the demons of… Continue Reading
Gargantuan
The scale of the lie doesn’t Bear comparison. Hundreds of Thousands of dead litter the books History writes. Those glorious Wars didn’t happen; they were All vanity and preening, the… Continue Reading
Esoteric
Those who live it have always Claimed politics is for the people, But their accents and actions Have always made it esoteric, As impenetrable as that word, A world in… Continue Reading