A Tragedy

poetry

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Fleeing travelers speak of a land,

A place where the old feast on dreams of their unborn,

And the young scatter abroad for shelter.

Where mighty men lie bound in the shadows of their predecessors,

And mortgage their souls for a morsel of bread.

They say religion bore arms,

And Lorded over the senses of the wisest of men,

But humanity was at large.

A place whose blessing to it’s inhabitants became their greatest curse,

And brotherhood lived and died at once.

And I thought,

Woe to that land and to these its survivors,

They have welcomed this tragedy upon themselves.