long december

Air raid sirens wail

Catastrophic deafening

War reaching the shores

We put the damn tea

In the dark waters yelling

No taxation here

History is weird

To victors go the spoils

What will we write next

We can’t get along

No matter where you go it’s

Just a bloody mess

I thought about this

& decided to jump in

Head first on concrete

It’s like humans just

Need an excuse to cry wolf

Playing with their toys

Watch end of ze world

Because honestly it’s like

Art imitates life

There is joy somewhere

Buried under rubble where

Dusty flowers bloom

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