Creative Writing


by Mike Burcl

Blemish of the past 

Loathing winds 

Cursing tribulations forecast

The treacherous tormenting twister 

Gusting animosity down the generational plains 

The divide is evil 

Necessary they claim 

Too different to be the same 

So segregate, fire away 

But see look another way 

If the coin of fate flipped

Bigotries weapons now causing you misery 

Would the fury inside be extinguished 

By torrential fits of depression 

Rivers of regret 

Tsunamis of shame 

Typhoons of tears 

For the purity slain

 innocence lost

 life erased 

All in the name of the national state

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