If you unwrap these
charred skins
depicting a scene of war
you would read of
a world: a universe
of trapped and
channeled woe, a tale of
persecution
for the wrongs of others
at last
with nowhere left
to go,
And you might think
them ancient,
the scarred remains of
history's flow.
But they breathed life
the same as ours
only sadder
but a little while
ago.
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