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War by means - not where nations play chess flex dispensable might. Not where metal sears flesh in man-sized graves. Or in hollow trenches where the political class bear not a crumpled tie, unscathed from the scourge of skirmish. War by means - not where children sombre, set free kites, for frayed cotton; carried in acrid wind the only freedom they'll know. Or midst crumpled towns, where mothers weep bleeds the river dry; cautious sorrow shake not the dirt for landmines prey. War by means - one whose cause cannot be sourced, for its fire that consumes slow, internal, across fields where strewn roses breathe their last. Left to wilt, under blackened heat; for this unyielding ache, unreciprocated. My love for you, a great conflict - a war by other means.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
~ War By Other Means ~
War by means - not where nations play chess flex dispensable might. Not where metal sears flesh in man-sized graves. Or in hollow trenches where the political class bear not a crumpled tie, unscathed from the scourge of skirmish. War by means - not where children sombre, set free kites, for frayed cotton; carried in acrid wind the only freedom they'll know. Or midst crumpled towns, where mothers weep bleeds the river dry; cautious sorrow shake not the dirt for landmines prey. War by means - one whose cause cannot be sourced, for its fire that consumes slow, internal, across fields where strewn roses breathe their last. Left to wilt, under blackened heat; for this unyielding ache, unreciprocated. My love for you, a great conflict - a war by other means.
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23/M/London
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
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