Home Where we keep our humanity Hermetically sealed And in the future they will come Down long google-glassed tunnels To collect artifacts Heartless facts from Our artless landmarks Blind to the act: Giving succor to the enemy Night on the battlefield when mountains Of hatred became mere Mounds over which we stumbled with gifts The weight of humanity too great Too heavy for the light of day A light used to make way for The resumption of war Share this:EmailRedditTwitterPinterestWhatsAppMoreFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
