Contrasting images
past clashing with present
Angry words rain down
poisoning the earth
No hope of growth
in this dead land.
People flying over head
hundreds of people
above as you reach
Up, hoping someone
will see you there
so far below
where the fires burn
Struggle defining decades
childhood lost for generations
Blood spilling uncontrolled
this puncture in humanity
spewing hate into the ocean
of the living, wave after wave
we are drowning in fear
with no one rushing
to mend this tear,
to cap this infected opening
we call war.
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