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Can’t be saved
but need help
healthy
but ain't well
afraid to fall
never was taught to fly
no balance . . .
just broken pieces
of bones and sorrow
v o i c e s:
anguish unheard
ignored
behind the wall
muted
silenced
the Gods are deaf
neither human nor being
blinded nor seeing
religions of false prophets
the extent
of which is chaos
Fulfilling prophecy
asphyxiate irony
covet and envy
G R E E D
these things
we were warned about
but no one
follows the commandments
they worship graven images
and graven things
the chosen
ain't chosen after all
it's all a lie
d e c e p t i o n
theft
communion of wickedness
genocide
villainy
depravity
and the malignancy
of hatred
children don't cry
anymore
they lay in the rubble
and dust
with fists clenched
they scream
pounding
the scorched pus stained earth
while mama
scavenges for food
papa lies
in a thousand pieces
scattered in the sand
babies born in silence
too afraid
to draw first breath
too afraid
to announce their arrival
the dead keeps dying
over and over again
famine is rife
scenes of sheer terror
dance in the minds and psyche
of the innocent
g r i e f
neurotic anticipatory
p a r a n o i a
the ambrosia
that feeds the morass
the last sanctuary burns
the final refuge goes up in smoke
as white phosphorous
flavours the air
souls flee to promised ground
that's dangerously safe
they navigate by the light of
falling bombs
and mustard mists
drones scream
like peregrine
diving from the sky
like dragons
with the precision of evil
marrow melts in the midday sun
where blood marks the spot
There Was Once a Place
Called
P A L E S T I N E
© mingoáo
