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Ten Minutes of Daylight to Dark

Chaos

The crowds below me
gathered in many brigades.
Colours, rifles, banded hand grenades.
What of their intention?
What is of their mark?
Have they no idea
it is only ten minutes of daylight to dark?

Darkly and thunderous days of old ahead.
Darkly spectacular as those weapons leap
projected missiles coming to end
eons of historical architecture
designed creatively well
splendour unimaginable – gone to hell.

Obliterated beings now gone
human before the now
ten minutes later
who out there left can tell.

Mind ablaze, no longer sane.
Life erupted as one before explained
all over a nothingness, greed infused
with all that hatefulness
and no one or crowd
to there or then contest.

The rifle butt a brute at best
when men and women shout out
as a rebel to a cause
when in fact
to cease any opposing source.

GBM

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