WAR Poem: Poem 1, by Angie Wehking

bombed red blood seeps into the soil
where green grass once grew
hope silenced by white blanketed ghosts
windswept rubbled remains
underneath gray skies tented
in a burning hells-cape
contrasting kings and puppets in red paint
applauding the flames
ashes remain ready for flight
humanity is it’s only point of light
breathe a breath of life
for phoenix’s red wings to form
grasping fourteen thousand seeds in it’s claws
and dropping them on our front lawns
see the white flowers grow
do you hear them whisper, Hope
they say, remember our name

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