poetry · Writing

War

fire.pngFire,
Spits,
Kicks,
Burns.

Sights made,
Triggers pulled.

Fire,
Spits,
Kicks,
Burns.

Bombs loaded,
Bombs lost.

Fire,
Spits,
Kicks,
Burns.

They died,
We denied.


This poem was inspired through my readings and research into oppression as a white female; how we are conditioned to not see war and famine as something we as a culture or society has caused. It is about the realisation of our roles, how we try and hide it, how it makes me ashamed to be involved with the human race.

Helen x

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