Inimical Telegnosis

Inimical Telegnosis
Inimical Telegnosis

solitary I sit
in a dimly lit room.

heard bawling and wailing
as barrel bombs dropped
from the
rabid sky.

fathers scamper round.
mothers clasp their frantic hands
as soldiers approach,
toxic tears streaming down

I watch the vision
on their faces.
catch the child squealing.
the building crumbled to the ground:

the dispossessed
fleeing the horror. the rage and
storm of battles terror moving in
on the refugees…

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