interior me
i sense is no longer be
now the evil of the planet
transgresses the tangent
expressed as if lemon juice
no sweetness at all
distracting and then true
to-ing and fro-ing
on you
placing with injustice
of those who would do
incensed at festivity
sadly resuming
over the years
now clearly subsuming
millions of people
yellowing and frying
soon to be dying
expressly for reasons
lately non-existent
for that’s the reality
that we are creating
of all that man’s breaking
never children at all
in battlefield’s pall:
they end up in cold coffins
edged with the small
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