the dooms of war
the pomp of stay the course
the obsessive power
of the unswerving must
compel the winless can’t
i cry out from the voiceless who
unable to quell the fervor
of shock and awe
unable to halt the lose of win
such global undoings shame
humiliate, take us back
to the future of never
to the extreme rendition
of our souls
by Gwen Gould
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