I don’t know about elsewhere, but here in America, my friends and I are holding our collective breath as evening approaches.


At What Cost?

Lines of people robed in black
with flags of green, white, and red,
hands joined,
a human shield
surrounding human construction
built for human needs
threatened for human greed.

Madness has become
like the wind;
what we considered
a passing breeze
now howls with force;
the casualties,
a cost both sides
are willing
to bear.

No one wins.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-07 at 20:28

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2026-04-13


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Truest words havent yet been spoke
2026-04-12


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
What blows me away is that NO ONE is his party will stand up to him. You wrote about this a few days ago in "Compliance."

It's shameful, but the opposition to the man is growing everyday, his reign will end in failure, at what cost, though?
2026-04-07


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I fear to what I will wake up
To turn on my radio
To what I will hear
ken d williams
2026-04-07


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A powerful poem, Melinda. Seems to me that Mankind never learns this. In all that is good, in all that is true, no one can justify killing innocent people. If one of those people killed they'd be had up for murder. When a state or country kills, it suddenly becomes an inevitable consequence. The whole thing is ludicrous and built on a foundation of lies. Blessings, Allen
2026-04-07