Speechless Poem by Satish Verma
Speechless
The war game begins.
You hide the sex behind
the hedge. The power
has gone for sale. Bury
your face in colloquies
for an internal search.
A native pain invades the
mannequins. The fine dust
of lies covers the nudity.
Do you need a war stimulant
to dehumanize the killer? He
dragged the kid by hair and
shot point-blank. The saliva
uncoils. You start spitting
everywhere and on the face of god.
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8/6/2026 1:36:27 AM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
You start spitting everywhere and on the face of God. good poem. thanks.