Poetry Blog by Soleimani

Gastropod

 

I woke one day and it was Spring

it didn’t change a fucking thing

 

I shot my enemy in the face

another came to take his place

 

I voted twice to stop a war

but still the bombs dropped more and more

 

I sponsored kids in far off places

yet hate and fear still creased their faces

 

I whistle blew to stop unfairness

the truth is though they couldn’t care l...

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Abattoir

 

The Abattoir’s

a Blood filled Scar

 

The Oceans

Deep and filling fast,

 

The Forests cleared

of all that heals

 

The Sky is Torn

Our Paths revealed.

 

A Man once Upright 

starts to Stoop

 

A Sea of Plenty

wont Recoup, 

 

A Field once Ploughed,

now Stacked Cement

 

An ancient Spirit

Fully spent.   

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