The Shadows of War


DSCF1012Kicking a stretch of dusty road
Neck ablaze in the Tamil sun
Bush leaves sieving luminosity
Carelessly, I passed.

Under every modest shadow,
A million beings huddling
Strangers forced to share a raft
Carelessly, I passed.

And as I did, the shadows turned
From leaves to squadrons, murderous dark
Haven into battleground
Carelessly, I passed.

Unknown's avatar

About subincontinentia

writer and eternal optimist
This entry was posted in epoche and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment