Smoke and Water - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Smoke and Water

Clad in armor
Fit for war,
Weapons ready to
Subdue radicals.

Public square
Hurriedly vacated,
Fleeing through
Smoke and water.

Voices stilled
This day but
Never permanently,
Indomitable spirit.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer