A LOT OF GOOD, OUR THUMBS
The fog of war
has never been thicker
and every angle of attack
casts its own shadow
of propaganda upon the scene
but I give a wide berth
to all they’re selling –
be it bombs, sanctions,
or nuclear annihilation
I found a forecast in the woods
about the end of days
where seven squirrels told me
why they buried all their nuts
just for this age
and the sparrow sang
a song that hurt my heart
and the patient worms were licking their chops
but I stared straight toward the sun
praying for violet
promised my palms
and the flesh thereof
because God only knows
how we’ll build this bridge anew
~ Scott Thomas Outlar
source : Borderless Journal
Image source: 17Numa.com
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I usually write in my mother tongue Gujarati and sometimes in Hindi and English.
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