Dried out husks
As the wind gathers the sands
Into drifts against the barbed wire
Kisses of dandelion seeds
Whipped against grasses
And weeds
As the wind gathers the masses
Clouds merge, sunlight feeds
Blasted landscape, half-lit
In sunlight, half clouded over.
Woken by gunshot, crows flit,
Lambs call out, feed on clover
As the wind gathers the seeds
Songbirds chitter and busk
out a song that offers a hand
And you want to take a stand
Halt the gunfire
That’s what this scene needs.
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