Mirage by Mike Williams 01/25/2016 @ 3:37 P.M.

Mirage by Mike Williams 01/25/2016 @ 3:37 P.M.

Far away in a dry and dusty land,
Turmoil and tumult grips the heart of man.
Black smoke and rain fell from a distant field,
Where once oil fires blazed that would not give yield.

Desert ships crossed trecherous dunes of sand,
As sun parched salts blister the human hand.
The bitterness of war leaves man’s fate sealed,
And religion the excuse many weild.

Scarce of breath, black lungs struggle their demand,
Heavy soot tarped over too thick to stand,
Militant eyes scratch as they are grit-filled,
Like a barb that is plucked and left unhealed.

A conflict rages on and its flames fanned,
The body count continues to expand.
I see no end to the mirage revealed,
As the whole world becomes a battlefield.

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