Reckless Warfare Poem by Joseph Cross

Reckless Warfare



Butterflies and bombshells, leather and lace,
Utter nonsense of love and war.
Trapped within the lion’s cage,
Or deep within the golden temple.
To be a prisoner and find a butterfly,
It brings hope to the heavy heart.
To be simple and see the complex,
A speck of sand trapped,
Contained within stained glass.
They witness things beyond their dreams,
Complexities of simple life.
Utter nonsense, yet it is,
In every way, truth.

Selfless greed and poppycock,
Enigmatically obvious in essence.
Twisted wires straight as arrows,
And bombshell shelters.
To feel as one, only two in disguise,
The smile frowns on the happy mourners.
Blind eyes see their flaws.
Deaf ears hear their lies.
Their numb sensations,
They spread beyond impassable barriers,
Infecting immune mascots,
Representatives of the falling establishment.
This is a plague defined by fate.

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