Obliterated - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Obliterated

It doesn’t happen
All at once.

A steady erosion of
Humanity, kindness, empathy.

Norms obliterated,
One small, aberrant action at a time.

A desolate
Emptiness remains.

The victors celebrate
Everyone’s destruction.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer