What Price?

Crows are doing

Their bully-strut thing

On the bastion banks again;

So soon?

Really?

Black, blue and white:

The independence bands

Of these my-today lands

Are still getting

Whipped and wetted

By the change winds.

Ten years?

Twenty five?

A hundred?

Someone else seems

To think times have changed,

That their wall, their war

Is justified.

Really?

Again?

So soon?

Must water freeze

In Hell’s Graves

Before we learn?

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One thought on “What Price?

  1. Geo Sans says:

    remembrance
    ~
    lies
    we tell
    ourselves

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