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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Claim the Skies Back Eastern Alleppo, weighed down like a ghetto Destroyed like Navaho By the unfathomably destructive deeds of a single generation Distorted venerations based on misinterpretations Perpetuate these continuingly heinous altercations Contriving unjustifiable infiltrations Forcing unnecessary segregations of nation upon nation While so many of us sit stationed for the crossing Watching only through the Looking Glass Preferring to allow farce to form the basis Of this invonceivable truth Providing it suits the brutes with enough power To silence anyone who refutes them Intrusive sights hover, Among infusions of inimitable horror, As though love itself had lost it’s lover Trialled by the error Of these broken Universal Laws Like festering sores that take the form Of an infection that can only be born by war And yet we continue to ignore them The grand in their grandiose dellusions, Growing madder, climbing their ladders of greed and corruption Laughing at Luncheons While the artillery breaks the bones of the innocent in the background A perilous sound is emerging from the earth A merciless grumbling from the depths, Like a curse That we have placed upon ourselves The Iron-clad shelves of humanity are beginning to crumble Rare and perfect life-forms are dying in the jungles While the forests and the mountains weep pristine tears Collective existence now quivers in monumental fear The sound of this harrowing show Is a continuous unsyncopated stroke Of the lowest of all possible notes Upon the bow of a weeping cello Gallilleo would bellow, Crying for the folley and the futile misfortunes of man As we stand now as a race With pitchforks in our hands
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