A shadow’s eye sees under rocks burning
With young souls singing anthems of
slaughter
Twinkling their eyes blind as a sun dying
Open to weakness that nourishes their
saunter
Who salts these skins nursing herds of
deranged hopes
Their brooding calls echoing among starving
tombstones
What war dates are set in cheap rhymes of these
students of the unborn
For rescues of loved ones vanquished to paradises
abandoned to demons
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