Beneath the unrelenting sun,
all victories were worthless,
exhaustion served for each meal,
blossoming pains soon after.
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Silence for miles, cooking
skin and bone.
The blood was shed for contrast,
a glorious gallery built up
from our fears.
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No trees and no water,
uneasy mirages, visions distorted,
another one collapsed beneath
his ways, his chosen orders.
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Far in the distance, you can
just make out the border
but there, on its other side,
every flower is wilting.
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It was greener on the other side,
but nowadays, nothing’s green.
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We cherish the red,
and contribute when able
and live with the shakes that come
from a life unstable.
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All that we slaughtered
leaves stains upon our hands
there’s no freedom left here,
despite expansive lands.
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…
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