just? another war
another year of the grey dust
of elections that held up democracy
that froze the explosion of tears
running down a grimace trembling
in the arms of a dad’s eyes stunned
by a little life snuffed by the dust’s throttle
hanging on our screens
the silent screech
in our throats the ‘we must do something ‘
throttled by an impotence anonymised
by the very closeness of distant greyness
clean the screen ‘cos all this bloody dust
it’s just getting on my nerves
did you just say ‘just’
just another war?
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