these eyes are
cracked,
dusted lashes,
every ounce of
compassion
has been wrung
from these lids.
there is no sense
in war or using
guns to negotiate
apologies don’t come
from cold lips
and lifeless tongues.
peace is Our
urban legend
to Men with
raped daughters
and dead sons.
Author notes
just a quick write. may not be great but it feels right. help with a title would be wonderful.
