Thunder Rumbles in the East.
The roar of a most heinous Beast.
It levels buildings no matter their size.
If you listen closely, you’ll hear the cries
Of the mothers carrying their limp successors
As they dodge the flames and fire suppressors.
A grievous sight that world has seen,
The Beast that consumes Palestine.
The Red that’s shed can’t put to bed
The Green that feeds the Beast.
The Poisoned Root plays a Placating Flute
That permits its heinous Feast.
But among the grief there’s love to be found
There, standing in the street.
A peaceful crowd standing tall and loud
Demanding the Beast retreat.
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Arthur Armstrong
A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
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Let's hope it retreats soon. Thank you for writing this.