A Civil War
A Civil War,
No, not of ,
Guns
Swords
And Cannons.
But of Words,
Spit
And tears
A harsh ink splattered
On
Every
Page
Of
what was called
A holy place.
Fights Here and There
Cause the pages to be torn
from the righteous gates .
A fire so hot, it melts the skin
All because of some stupid…
Words
Thoughts
And Actions
👁 5💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.