Napkins: Rare Poetry and Prose Archives, 1995-2004 by Steve Dustcircle - HTML preview

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Act of War (via 2001)

 

All that was colored turned to gray

Voids of emotion turned to disarray

The storm has been brewing over time

Their home land has been made mine

I've seen families divide before

As well as the sick be restored

I've seen the causes of laments

But never have I been subject to this event

 

Lightning crashes, the thunder roars

I watched rain fall, Unmercifully downpour

We've seen it coming, yet it's by surprise

We're all soaked by an act of war

We're all soaked by an act of war

 

Our very nature has been attacked

A seeping virus through the cracks

A young child is stripped of innocence

Upon this hour of decadence

Our eyes have been revived, opened

The result, opened wounds in question

Our scars will remind us all here

What we take for granted, or consider dear