The Cage
When peace no longer holds you,And time regains its painful march,
Blisters and sores well up from the stony path,
When wisdom and prayers seem futile,
And the lone woman walks her merry way,
Hat bobbing in summer's joy,
When hearts are heavy, lead weights,
And missiles soar between imaginary boarders,
A willingness dawns to die and never see it again.
Poetry by Jon Aflatooni
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Written on 2006-10-20 at 17:39
Tags Conflict War Time
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