Field of Blood
By: Ann Christine Tabaka

Green flags wave goodbye across a field of red.
Blood stained tears choke back blindness.
Dark settles in over a land that once was alive with laughter.
A tornado of repugnance dances over withered dreams,
crushing future hope. Ugly, the only word left.
True is false, false is true.
Lecherous incarnation of deeds beyond reproach,
standing high above bodies of the fallen.
Flagrant deception abounds,
as the final act raises its hand.
Too long has this gone on,
too long have we stood by,
while blood continues to fertilize the earth.


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