Push aside the crucible of woes before it fills the vessel,
And overflows towards the sacred streets, where life exists piously;
Away from the violent ways and bloody rage of delinquent outrage.
When a simple fire is not used to prepare a meal but to burn down reason,
Treason for every season, as there’s no time to till the land with kindness;
Where food is scarce and bellies filled with hunger and will to avenge.
Land-siege of an ancient type as compassion and love held hostage,
Epic attacks on the sanctity of life that fills the vessels with flowing woes.
~Amitav
U did great. As ever.
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Thank you once again. I really appreciate that you always leave a thoughtful comment on my work.
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Your writing inspires comments.
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Perfection. Resonated strongly.
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Thank you so much.
It was a difficult write. The churning of humanity and its fallout.
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