Blindfold on justice
Mostly disturbed
Yet won’t speak
Using spaces
between short words
Pressing left click
Keep staring at screen
Doppler effect
Blindfold on justice
Sharp dagger in th clenched fist
Humanity pushed in the mist
of sober bitterness
Marked twice as a prey
Too scared to move
Claws already tearing apart
War drums at a distance
of ten oil tankers
Gun shells as rattle toys
Chewing roots
At a position of stars
Not too far of extinction
Possible last reliable
To put effort for resort
To lead toward exit
of mindless conflict
Driven by lost souls
Exhausted and betrayed
by the same kind
They promised a pile of gold
Thin and slippery ice make you
better watch your steps
Much To Digest Here
"...Gun shells as rattle toys..." I was arrested by this line and read it four times before continuing to gold and the ice slick. Bravo for the poignant thoughtscape inside a wonder of economical writing ~allets~
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Thanks a lot...cheers
Thanks a lot...cheers