Issue Two


Grey brown and red

dark shadows

oppressively read the news.

People buried the dream

too deep for tears to react.

Bewildered in sand,

wearing their grief in tatters,

eyes raised heavenward.

Peace had no chance

to breathe in red

puddles of war.

All hopes into the sea at last.

Inside rubble,

bodies hold each other,

forsaken finally

by their god

Ghost children scream

for revenge in the night.

Peace never comes.     


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