Hell In the Holiest of Lands


Poem #4 for National Poetry Month 

In response to the prompt “Hell in the Holy Land”

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2 Responses to Hell In the Holiest of Lands

  1. Tiger-Leaping-Fusion says:

    An age old fight, for freedom, turns to blood shed of innocence – because no one knows what they’re fighting for. If they only knew, they’d then stop. Suddenly – everything would stop. And the illusion would then be completely revealed. Everything would stop. So long as we fight, we are starved. So long as we pretend, we suffer. It is coming to its end – because it cannot go so much further, as people are waking up, people are stopping.

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