DEVASTATION
Today I'm the nose of society,I cannot tell, how bad war smells.
No matter how I dream,
My ears cannot curtail the screams.
My open eyes cannot bare to see,
The devastation all around.
With torn of limbs wounded;
So many dead children,
On this broken soiled ground.
I cannot voice how I feel anymore,
As my body gives up falling down.
My throats burned out by this acrid
Dust, Choking me and all around.
How I wish for my dementia days,
So I will not remember what
happened today.
Only the niceties of what came
before,
Before this manmade war.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-11-24 at 12:00
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