my MIND is of blood, coal fires, so many

deaths — aquilon as a warm blanket across

my heart — with no image of hate nor

vengeance!  Oh, never! 

  And yet corrupt souls embrace it.

      politicians, high priests, and

senators:  die!

  A common soul;  a common person controls

the fate of all things.  And who wishes

blood?  Blood flowing through the streets?

   If so, if so, then my soul wishes war;

vengeance; terror!  for the children and

women who are slain for this madness! 

  As nations writhe in its bite:

enough republics!

  enough of emperors and calloused kings.

     so be it if we shall be crushed

so be it if America and great nations

vanish.  The voice of an any poet shall

spread vengeance across cities and over


:: 08.31.2020 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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