Tuesday, January 12, 2016


Precinct of soldiers murdered,
Sacrificed to bridges, cuttings,
And bloody empire,
Fiefdom of thugs once lauded,
Such sordid lords of the flies,
Burning now in hell fire.
But the place is party central tonight,
Tourists walked their dogs
On the bridge today,
All along the river
Lights burn so bright
While floating restaurants
Blast and beat their way
Under the bridge,
Hidden, black as darkness,
As if it only spanned
In daylight hours,
This monument, this testament,
This curse
Upon another era's greatest powers.
Today I walked by the graves
And I cried,
Stressed tears
For lives stolen away.

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