Wednesday, 12 March 2014

When the dust has settled

We fought with such ferocity
That as far as the eye could see
In all directions
Was nothing left but waste ground
A ruin of what had once stood
Strong and proud

And we walked amongst it
Stepped cautiously over shattered remnants
Afraid of the dust
we crushed under feet

Too ashamed to acknowledge
How love had brought life down to its knees
And all that remained
Was the toxic air we fought to breath.

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