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I read
a river of muddied blood
ran down one lane in particular
hell was a concept
only up until that first day
the smells and the sounds
the abhorrent sights and
death filled stares
must have haunted those
so darkly blessed to live on
through such inhumane
devastation of its players
lovely afternoon fields
littered with the dead
and still dying
amid the screams of pain
and faint moans of the
despondent bitterly crying
glorious battle fought
indeed that is what
the superiors wanted
swiftly though it devolved into
hell rising to needlessly
slaughter
youth so viciously taken
deplorable conditions
flanked by brutally modern
machinations
oh where oh where
is any drinkable water
a wisdom reborn
will rise up from
such dark chapters
endured
so many mothers will
be childless
and wives made to be
a sudden widow
a far sounder America
will grudgingly be born again
here in the underbrush
of what came after
crumbs collected
and re kneaded
from the bread fabric
of our infantile nation
yes from such darkness
the light did finally stumble.............
(Oct. 22, 2014 342am)