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SHALL WE AS BROTHERS
Shall we as brothers locked arm and arm
March over the cliff ears muffed hearing
Solitary propaganda through clipped ears
Indistinct sounds of muffled mutterings
Perchance just serendipitous, impromptu
Guided to a chance reunion with destiny
Meanwhile in the eternal cosmos a God
Hopefully has his finger on the button
And in a moment of clarity says, “Stop.”
In nine lines---just nine
In nine lines---just nine lines---a harrowing and horrifying process gives way to a sense of hope. This reminds me of the first movement of a classical sonata, in which a first theme gives way to a second. You have written this poem well!
Starward