Aries
In this world of love and
compassion,
Why is there so much hate and
destruction
Running amok in and over everything?
Leaders preaching
Their version of peace and justice
As an excuse for war—
Ain’t that purest hypocrisy?
Ah, I bet you can sense it—
The chaotic haze of right and wrong
Contaminating everything sacred,
Chocking the humanity for empty
victories,
Killing generations instead of
loving them.
When you wish for peace that should
be here forevermore,
Even you must know that even that
desire is asking for a war.
I eagerly wait for
The next disagreement,
The next fight,
The next battle,
The next massacre,
The next genocide,
The next raid,
The next rebellion,
The next invasion,
The next expansion,
The next war
To happen.
Battlefield
Dear great battlefields of old and
new, of memorialized and unmarked,
You’ve recited the glories of
heroism and humanity
To each generation of the modern
world,
At the cost of overlooking the
nightmares of blood and screams
That once was a normal,
unremarkable field that only knew mundane peace.
Born a first-generation Mexican-Canadian-American
autistic with ADHD, Dana Trick lives in Southern California where it is clearly
foolish to wear black any day but she does it anyway. Besides writing, she
spends/wastes her day by either reading weird books and comics; researching the
history of certain topics because she is an historian with a degree to prove
it; drawing crappy art and comics strips; and/or watching an unhealthy number
of cartoons, anime, YouTube videos. Her work has been published in the Art
of Autism, the Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Quiver Review, and The Ugly
Writers. She wishes the reader a nice day.
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