I don’t know how this war started
but I know its ultimate end –
blood feud over pieces of land,
lustful for riches in the sand,
exploitation of earth,
mass machines churning
in desolate fields –
the blood-lines go back
to blood-stained Europe,
find the agonized place
on the map, nestled in valleys
was spawned with one fateful,
violent act –
sins of fathers travel with us until
the sun dies, the moon crumbles
to space dust, leaving us
alone, afraid and forgotten
(Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash)
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