the wind blows,
words fly,
meaningless rubbish
heaped upon endless piles
of generations lost
as sacred vows
lie bleeding
on scarlet fields of honor
for which so much
was lost
only to be replaced
by multi-level
shopping malls
where the flocks gather
for their midnight feast
and nothing is heard
but that which is nothing
shining in its blinding
deafening roar
for which there is no defense
only right and left
as shadows
fall upon raging fires
burning the souls
of the anguished spectators
.
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