My vision of a shattered world.
A cold wind blows,
An empty cage,
A bird shot down.
The gun is held by those in power.
A cracked window,
A ruptured door.
A frieze of death.
Photographed by those with no emotion.
A broken nose,
A torn ear,
A scarred face.
The perfect metaphor for a modern time.
A president flattens the homes of thousands,
He calls it “Restoring Order”.
Another kills thousands in a war,
He calls it a Holy Crusade.
This vision of a shattered world is not imagined.
It is here.
It is now.
It has to stop.
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