Untitled 2026 Poem by Sofia Lyne

Untitled 2026

People are dying.
Blood is being shed.
Civilians shuffle closer in bomb shelters.
Lives are being lost.
Survivors struggle to escape from the rubble that covers them.
Mothers weep over their dead child's body.

But sure, politics is over rated.

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