Poetry Finalist: “Battleground”
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August 18, 2015
It has arisen, my dears, my children/ The war of a millennium years/ Blood of all are spilled throughout/ Filling the bare ground with a
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It has arisen, my dears, my children/ The war of a millennium years/ Blood of all are spilled throughout/ Filling the bare ground with a
The snow falls without a sound/ And again and again, all around/ Shivers, sighs, no disguise/ Twisting, dancing, always prancing …
We live in a era where somebody will spend little time on Earth for stealing some bread, while criminals are set free for shooting someone
She’s actually dangerous, as crazy as they get/ I’d never love again if she is my predestined/ I guess we all could use that lesson
Please tell me again why color dictates standards/ Didn’t y’all spend decades trying to reverse actions?
Top left, acutely American/ Going On the Road/ But finding only the Grapes of Wrath/ Pressed and fermented in my flask…
But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses.
The pain does.
The pain of accepting change
The pain of being unknown
The pain of no longer being my one and
For I am ugly and only the pretty deserve compliments
I feel like I can’t eat in public because someone is watching
And
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