Blurring the Borders

Dense foliage and humidity.
Fear turned into great atrocity.
Memories stirring.
A new war is blurring
the borders of reality again.

Dark the day, and hot the sun
beaming down on hell reborn.
Storms of wind and sand and rain.
Holy wars now made with such precision.
In modern times, the ancient ways
still hold the mind within their sway.

Death abounding in between
the wounds that suppurate.
Astounding pain that never seems to end.
Is this the real...? Or has another
nightmare bent the hinges on the door?
Dangerous, the games they play.
Creation of destruction by the day.

Night descends, and yet another
nightmare must begin.
Prisoners of war, the label worn.
Dehumanized, as day by day
their will is torn away.
Whose freedom will be won
by their demise...?

Nagasaki. Hiroshima.
Hitler's human ovens.
Neighbors throwing rocks across
the fence of their division.
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.
The holy men let devils loose
to rule their holy book.

Dense foliage and humidity.
Oil and sand - hypocrisy.
Fear - turned into great atrocity.
Memories stirring.
A new war is blurring
the borders of reality again...

? Michaelette ?

3/24/2003
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