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Aug 2017
On the verge of total war
When will you people learn
How many children need to die
How many have to burn

Before we raze our flags in peace
From Hiroshima shadows
Instead of hanging all our dreams
From Nagasaki gallows

How can these shores of liberty
With kingdoms in the clouds
Pretend the stars are reachable
Beyond the spangled shrouds

If they see only crowded beaches
Refuse in the wake
Of the rising tides of change
No plastic in the fake

News anchor's melting guise
No right to speak the truth
If it rebels wiser
Than the ignorance of youth

Do we not feel the frigid serpents
Slithering inside our veins
Do we not envision Edens
With our globalizing brains

Are we just mass-consumption plagues
Still digging pre-determined graves
Are we nothing more than pharaohs
Building pyramids of slaves

For I see strength to bend these chains
And I hear courage in these hearts
And I taste hope in lips of love
And I will teach them of these arts

Of all my muses' mysticisms
Of my power's inspiration
I will be the light to guide them
To a human divination

Where the past's no longer present
And the future is my gift to you
For none shall own the history
I've written as it’s coming true
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
-Plato
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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