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There Was Once a Place

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just different

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Can’t be saved
but need help

            healthy
   but ain't well

                             afraid to fall
            never was taught to fly
            
                    no balance . . .
                    
            just broken pieces
            of bones and sorrow
            

 v o i c e s:

         anguish unheard
                         ignored
                         behind the wall
                         muted
                         silenced
                the Gods are deaf
   

            neither human nor being
            blinded nor seeing

            religions of false prophets
    
                                      the extent
                          of which is chaos


        Fulfilling prophecy
        

        asphyxiate irony
        covet and envy

                                       G R E E D
        
                                these things
               we were warned about
        
         but no one
         follows the commandments
          
         they worship graven images
                         and graven things
        
        
        the chosen
        ain't chosen after all
                         it's all a lie
                
                
                   d e c e p t i o n
                
                   
                                              theft
              communion of wickedness
              genocide           
                                           villainy
                                       depravity

                        and the malignancy
                        of hatred
            

            children don't cry
                          anymore

                       

            they lay in the rubble
            and dust          

            with fists clenched
                      they scream
                    
  pounding
  the scorched pus stained                                                 earth
                    

            while mama
            scavenges for food
              
                            papa lies
          in a thousand pieces
         scattered in the sand
 

        babies born in silence
        

            
        too afraid
        to draw first breath

                                too afraid
        to announce their arrival
            
                     
       the dead keeps dying
       over and over again
        
        
             famine is rife
             

     scenes of sheer terror
     dance in the minds and psyche
                               of the innocent
                   

        g r i e f
        neurotic anticipatory
                   p a r a n o i a

        
        the ambrosia
        that feeds the morass
        
        
the last sanctuary burns
the final refuge goes up in smoke
        
                  as white phosphorous
                            flavours the air
                         
        
       souls flee to promised ground
       that's dangerously safe
                
                 
        they navigate by the light of
                               falling bombs

                     and mustard mists


          drones scream
          like peregrine
        
                     diving from the sky
                                like dragons
                       
             with the precision of evil

                   marrow melts                                   in the midday sun

                             where blood                                marks the spot
         
         
             There Was Once a Place
                             Called
         
                    P A L E S T I N E
         
         
© mingoáo

 

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Coalhouse says:

Nice work@

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Mingoao says:

@Coalhouse: Thank you. -Peace

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Babalo5 says:

And now there's AFRICA-AMERICA's volcano! What a profoundly great awareness write, Mingoao! I'll soon be back. ONE. PEACE AND LOVE, Babalo5 (aka, mlowe5) 09/11/2024.

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