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Jun 2010
Old age in the cities
Vanished
In the beginning.
Stopped for proof of identity
Shot along the roads
Leading from the country.
And the young ones?

Left to flee.

Old age in the villages
Cut down slowly
By machete
Carving women into widows.
And the young ones?

Run past piled bodies.

Old age on the hillsides
Hides under banana leaves
Waiting to run at night
Dying during daylight
From hunger, thirst, and fear
For the young ones?

Wondering when old age disappears.
In response to Miguel Hernandez's poem "War"
Written by
Brynn Champney
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