Middle East

Never ending hatred goes on

You could hear noise in the attic’s kingdom. 

Their stood an arousal of unspeakable proportions. 

Flexing muscles, shrieking tides, the ordinary stood in conflict with all. 

As the gods spoke winds carried off the weak and humble. 

The roar of war coursed through the veins of life.

Let the killing begin cried the wind!

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Honey! Once involved in war a man feels the need to watch the battle from afar. The loss of good men, women and children makes my heart cry.

[Moonie]

It is strong and moving. The words are wonderfully chosen. The place where even the wind speaks of murder and death......:))
Brilliant poetry!

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Chris I watched the Middle East crisis like it was my own baby.