Conflict Zone


We push these things

upon the reckless

and the young.

The not yet formed.

Those who might absorb

the barbs and thorns.

We cast the dice of fortune,

praying they come up

for war,

because there are no gains

to be made on Earth

with peace restored.


and compassion be damned.

Blood soaks

every inch

of every land.

From the Arctic Circle

to the smallest strand

of Chile,

I don’t think we understand.

The deals we make

with devils in our hearts,

tear this world apart.

Send our children

to die in wars

they’ll never know

the reason for.



DJR – 2022

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