#troop
I.
“Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom?
Emily called, she knew he wasn't keen to boom
A little bit to the blue pole, a little bit under the red flag;
Everyone has ideas, who is ready to share?
Zoom in. Zoom out.
How many truly care?
II.
Victor, once more we've entered the room zoom
A place we've been to before
the questions remain, simple and plain
Is that a dangling mate?
Is this the real victor?
A choice is a choice, one for everyone
Sum up the numbers, leaving us numb
Is the rhetoric speech, exhausted, at last?
Would the world -all people- wait for exciting news?
It’s all about the covid war, though not the flu
Zoom in. Zoom out. In the end,
III.
The world turned and the pathway ended
Do you still believe we all lose?
Two empty trees shaded like a pair of poles
Emily whispered to herself: “the warmth of the sun in the right.
Divided by a flimsy fence, all that's left is in the cold.
Victor, would you like to meet at room zoom?”
US troops zoomed by leaving a stench of smoke.
The birds however continued their solo chanting.
Note: A legal challenges in the wake of the 3 November vote to contest ballot counts.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
on the stone parapet
the small troop stood guard
to keep any interlopers
out of their hallowed yard
they didn't want others
setting up a permanent camp
for that kind of turf gain
there'd be no rubber stamp
whomever contemplated
taking over at the location
were issued with a not
so nice get lost explanation
the place was theirs it would
be held by only them
a special title awarded unto
this company's stem
being aware of who's in control
on the castle's fortification
will serve those invaders
a very well timed notification
upon the gates was seen
the following post's discretion
to not heed it will be viewed
as a mistaken perception
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
Dry crying
with your mistless tongue
gacking and clatting
(a toy tapping out the winding
in its clockwork mockery)
Dry crying your devotions
and gloved family
into nothing more than vented memory
Your pores pelt vapor
You treaten thinner
stern thing
true to your wood
Dry to make your soldier state
Link rank with your troop mate
Crop your mind foreign of frills
Pay attention with your brothers in drill
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
Captain! Our soldiers have deceased on the battleground.
Young youths! Yes, they were young boys!
Their motionless figure lies on the ground.
Crimson immortal stream shall never end flowing.
Captain! They inhaled their ultimate breath,
But it was a breath that packed their blood with fright.
Several lack arms and limbs;
Some are fragmented by showers of bullet;
While others disintegrated into pieces.
But don’t worry,
For I directed a message to the Command center.
They will ship a fresh division of troops…
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC