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Thunder in the East

Don’t Feed the Beast

By Arthur ArmstrongPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
Thunder in the East
Photo by Jeff Kingma on Unsplash

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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  • Manisha Dhalani7 months ago

    Let's hope it retreats soon. Thank you for writing this.

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