The Confines. (a poem)

The ceaseless war, within and far
Neither Gaza nor India stand a blame,
The animus I foster inside of me,
The love consumed by infernal flame…
The pillage in a battle, my friend, you see
Neither a territory nor a state,
The confines of your mind decide your fate,
The loathing of man for man, the acts of hate.
An act of love, like a tick of clock
Must what be a man’s need,
The shrouds of fear need be burnt,
The abatement of man’s greed.


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