And, once more, and a sigh
A poem and a song
We wandered despairing, wading
through bodies
to get to the other side.
War —
once more, with a sigh
accompanying our dance, traipsing
over pieces of silver artillery shells, and ruptured homes.
Broken bricks, and
fragmented mortar littered ash-covered cities
to get to the other side.
War —
still fought
with their tanks and their bombs, and their missiles
in the 21st century. This time,
using cyberwarfare
alongside financial sanctions — where do you
draw the line
defending human actions creating
human factions?
War —
just tell it, once more, with a sigh.
Softly, please, not too loud, tell them
not to let them die.