War - 0065 - Current Version
When men pl[a]y war worn waisted women pale,
wasted water drops, leak plops through shattered pail.
Civilians, weak, weep, wail, still ills assail,
harms way, mines, undermine calm's shell-shocked tale,
physicians, profiteers, have arms for sale.
(20 September 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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