I don’t know about elsewhere, but here in America, my friends and I are holding our collective breath as evening approaches.
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
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Written on 2026-04-07 at 20:28
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At What Cost?
Lines of people robed in blackwith 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
Read 3 times
Written on 2026-04-07 at 20:28
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