War

World turns on a grain of sand

What was north is now south

Exploded by a web of lies

And misunderstood truths

Everyone screams for themselves

While others disappear, and perish

Hiding are the ones behind the power

Laughing as they gather their papers

And transform them into gold

Nothing is worth anything now

The ashes are simple reminders

Of how this used to be fertile

For the angels have fallen asleep

And the devil is behind the wheel

There were butterflies here

Now there are only spirits

And crumpled bits of newspaper

And used up garbage bags

Saying, you are done for this time

 

©2017 Valerie Hathaway

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