No Winners In Cold Irony Poem by Madrason .
No Winners In Cold Irony
Waned those roads to freedom
even the desert deserted me
in my loneliness
I was not alone
it is not only
where one finds blood
are those wounded
of this misery
the earth spits dirt
and steel on wheels
rape restlessly
an invasion
piercing trough
the skins
of
Humanity.
Madrason 04062015
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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