Poem -
War Drums
War
drums.
Minds
wound
tight.
Programming
on full
display.
Years
in the
making.
Narratives
deeply
entrenched.
Battle
lines
drawn.
Insanity,
hate.
Overlaid.
Years of
spinning,
results
easy to
see.
Minds
filled,
distorted.
Blinded to
reality.
Black
hole,
reasoning.
No turning
back.
New way
required.
Blow off.
Smoothing
the rhetoric.
New path
charted.
Before it’s
too
late.
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Thought provoking words. This is what happens when things are not sorted out properly at the time. When things are swept under the carpet and left. A festering abcess will always erupt!
So true BM.
Thank youÂ
JP
That is some creepy music there John
as for war...I think now its genetically programmed into our genes, must be since we've been at it since the first ever breath was inhaled!! x
Hi Marion
So much of how we behave is genetically induced.
We’re programmed! Thank you as always.
JP