For Our Future

by | Jul 2, 2016 | Poetry | 0 comments

Wanton destruction
Acrid smell of gas
No man’s land
Tommy, hand on gun

Night sky; stars glowing
Open for the tired eyes
Not another cup of gnats piss
Earth brings poppies red against
barren mud

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