Totes Meer, part 2005

As far as the eye can reach

you will see the fallen god like sons

They died for an idealism

that could not stand the test of time

Broken

Rotting

Rusting

Riddled with bulletholes

Burned

Raped

Ripped apart

 

A snow coloured owl

Looked on to this with stone cold eyes

Spreads his heaven send wings

 

And flies noiseless away

 

Satisfied

 

◄ Shipwreck by JMW Turner

War is sick, 2005 ►

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