El Salvador: 1980 Poem by DM W
El Salvador: 1980
Crushed flowers of flesh and blood lie scattered
Across war - torn streets. O the poets and priests
Are silenced as the hawks descend in the night:
A terrible beating of wings cracks the skies!
Modern killing machines now cross the border.
Some say they were made in America:
Where great riches are built on the rest of
The world's poverty. Things never change.
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6/2/2024 10:03:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A powerful poem presenting absolute power absolutely and cruelly corrupted. And that haunting picture to reinforce it. Also Dominic I think back to Oliver Stone's hard hitting movie. A wake up call poem to any reader and five political food for thought stars. Many thanks and take care.