The battle lines are drawn.
Insanely we march,
to a drum beating anger and unforgiveness.
The bloodshed begins
wounds once caterized fill with fresh blood
and travel across the faces of the children
And in the havoc of this crusade,
Kindred faces twisted in hostility
Mother against child
Brother against sister
Round and round to the steady beat of the drum
As wife whispers to husband
and Aunt comforts child
"I will fight for you"
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"Kindred faces twisted in hostility" - a vivid phrase. I find this write quite scary, and it is something that can and does happen, unfortunately.
Well expressed, just a small spelling mistake. "caterized" should be "cauterized".
Enjoyed your write.
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