Evil
thrives
in a cave
in Afghanistan.
It reaps famine from a
fertile poppy field
to children
that live in dark rat infested
tenements calloused and
manipulated by sparkles and beads,
where the truth
slices them and eats them for lunch.
And then leaves their bones for the
vultures
to pick clean.
Cornelia DeDona "Poems, Magical Fiction and Photography" I craft poems and stories of resilience and imagination that celebrate the enduring power of kindness.
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It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...
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Dancing To My Own Tune xxxxx Ear buds inserted xxxxx Pushing lawnmower xxxxx over green carpeted hill. Planting My Garde n xxxx ...
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