Blood... Poem by DM W

Blood...



Blood flows in plagued streets.
It's all part of the routine,
Urban madness. Blood
Stains the old monuments of
Our democracies.
Blood pours through the gaping holes
In fragile systems:
No longer fit for purpose.

Blood...
Saturday, April 17, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: madness
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