Polity Poem by S.M. Kozubek
Polity
What we’re doing
makes no sense.
I can’t even
read the scorecard
no more.
Created to roam freely
this fertile forest,
Now yoked to a wheel
In a circle of time.
Got no role in the mayhem,
Adrift in the
muddle of clashing armies,
Men that rampage
in the land of once-plenty.
Now jus' tryin’ to
dodge the
Gleamin’ steel
Slicing guts.
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