pause.

barren hearts, barren lands

cold blood dried up by hot air fans

botched minds sowing  murderous plans

clenched fists shaking hands

righteous tongues nefarious clans

shriveled compassion possessive demands

the earth may remain, the horizon weaved with sunset strands
but without a vast plain and a blue sky where the sight can expand
we die – homeless, blinded and damned

Respond to pause.

Fire away!

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