"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, March 10, 2011


In between the morning hues
there's something darker lurking;
grinding gears,
stomping feet,
gun barrels glimmer
as the sun breaks
the horizon.
Another day,
a different place,
the army marches.
Take your politics
and ideologies
with you.
We don't need them

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