Sands and ashes
Like the time in desert
soft breeze, sand masses
gorgeous the canvas of,
Earth, nature, and heavens
Lines in curves, straight
in furnace the ashes…
in brain memories…
Media sends news…
Korea and H-Bomb…
market fall, oil's price…
but Yemen forgotten…
There the road red-carpet
dead, flesh and blood.
Oh cry and cry and cry
for the man of the day
brainless, the machine
camera, laundromat, drier.
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