New Era

Bleak

grey

uniform in concealing

army waiting in the woods

focus on the enemy

even if this is a war

that should never have been.

Flacid lips

propoganda

whispered in our ears

turning us

creating within

a battlefield

mired with land mines

broken body parts

a giant war machine at work.

Wondering how we got here

watching the world burn

leaders of all nations

tempestuous

violent

unable to bring peace to the table.

Mockery has been made

of the time all once knew

as savagely

a new era is born

of blood

of madness

of leaders

who no longer care.

Sept. 10/18

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