on dropping bombs
dangerous. devices.
do not dream of
chemicals acid shells
devastating
wires tape wrapped tight fusing
this dawning,
with your bombs
dusking, living,
this the earth’s growth’s people’s
land. this home. stand
against destruction.
we are people,
not demons devils darkness.
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