Lesley W de Bruin

Symphonies Of War

It had become a mere melody to us
Boom! Crash! Burn!
The sounds of war were not even fit to compose a simple song
they were snares rhythmlessly struck by blood-soaked hands

The streets and plains have been scorched black
cleansed by the cold fire we call war
Still sizzling as if the flame could roar every moment
and unleash its raging melody among us

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