Break the spirit in spews of blood and bone,
Crimson drops disdainfully flicked away.
Stymied and stifled until standing alone,
Words like bullets that keep all the world away.
These men with peacemakers that annihilate,
Those that refuse their brand of justification.
In vengeance, they remove those they hate,
Under the guise of a nation's liberation.
A contest entry
- prewrite contest round 2 by serenity silvermoon.
816 points, ended October 28, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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