Something to Die For

Words cause the sky to crack,
and pour blood on the earth
with an endless whistle of bombs,
carelessly chosen and aimed.

Truth is hidden in dark corners,
locked up behind steel doors;
spoken by timid voices and
drowned out by the beat of a drum.

Heavy boots march ever onward –
history repeating itself with
yet another dodgy dossier,
and nobody calls out “Farce!”

Dark clouds cast their shadow
over the dirt between thunderclaps.
Words cause the sky to crack
and pour blood on the earth.

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