Who Is He That Gives It To The Real Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Who Is He That Gives It To The Real



gives no peace to the soul
but searches the means to get the ends

the remnants of the wings
in broken hands clapping
solutions to their idols

night and air nothing to declare
to customs awake at dead sentinel
bullet birds of steel ready to kneel
and rifled targets rising to kill

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