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Frayed (Head-Line Poetry)



"Zimbabwe elephants poisoned by poachers in Hwange"
The largest of them fell to its knees,
eyes rolled in its forlorn face, a frayed truth,
tomorrow poached by thieves.

"Study: Bumble bees at risk, while others thrive"
Risk is not the most concerning word in that.
The most relative word would be “thrive”,
with the threat of death extending to human Life,
a foolish and bumbling suicide.

"U.S. broadens target list for Syria strike"
Drop the bomb, light the way.
Drop the bomb, boom and slay.
Drop the bomb, warmonger’s bray.
Drop the bomb, to Love’s dismay.
Drop the bomb, the silent descent.
Drop the bomb, our murderous bent.
Drop the bomb, our money misspent.
Drop the bomb, our taxes consent.
Stop!

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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