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Solace War without end, occupation of the innocent laughing gestures behind backs That the front is so perfect when all is spent that fright is in every face An end is perceived but delusion prevails mocking birds sing through the night While silent and still are the calls of the owls and solace becomes nothing but wait |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2015-03-29 07:31:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
A very effective if not grim outlook on world events. I also detected a bit of prophecy in your well selected words. Your use of the birds both mocking bird and owls are chilling. Great write