War:
What
is peace?
If
not a showpiece
of
bias blindness.
Brash
in its malice
claiming
chorus’ of soldiers
with
drab camouflage armors’.
Promises
dripping under pretenses of – due valor
a
mirage of homeland glory
suspended
among avid imaginations
bloodied
and blessed in a – subdued bliss;
they
lay dying
brothers
in arms
at
the very front line
a
distant and blurry sight of
Gods
pearly white – Crescent moon
they
all smile
for
it aligns perfectly;
to
say goodbye.
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