the new world war is here.
the warheads are irrelevant.
fighting planes serve
no purpose at all.
the enemy is invisible.
it is lethal as it kills.
irrespective of gender, or age,
the children and old ones suffer
the men and women too.
I've seen dead bodies frozen
in truck loads.
mass burial is the usual scene.
it is, though, the same deception
and lies, where no once claims
responsibility for the death and
pestilence.
ruses without flowers.
deaths without criers,
sadness untouched.
lives in isolation.
suffering without words.
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