A wish.

Oldie but goldie, Poetry, Politics

I wish for my self alone

Because I am alone,

A small fragment of my kind

Which isn’t my kind

According to them

Because I dream of dreaming

Dreams of a tomorrow

Without battling hounds of war

That my kind inflicts upon

Itself with an excuse so obtuse

That a five year old can know

It as a lie

So black and cruel.

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