Poetry

For Our Future

By 2nd July 2016December 9th, 2019No 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

Pauline Faulkner

Author Pauline Faulkner

More posts by Pauline Faulkner

Leave a Reply