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.

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writer and eternal optimist
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