Poetry Blog by Jon Stainsby
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Un-nation
The flags fold in on themselves
and the nations give way to earth,
boundaries disappear as quickly
as they bureaucratically appeared,
and the land remains the same,
and the people do not alter.
The flesh and bones are unchanged,
to no-one else are we tethered,
a murderous group are we all,
killing our own, for what gain?
Friday 10th January 2020 7:37 am
Death of cruelty
The cruelty of the world
has defeated me once more
but the war still continues
this battle only evens the score.
Prevailing winds at my back
will assist in retreat
but the return will be stronger
with my swift wingèd feet.
Those craggy rocks of hate
split and break off overhead
but my quick agile mind
will render them dead.
Too late to hesitate
...Friday 3rd January 2020 6:59 am
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