The Greed of War.
The thirsty land,
sand stretched miles,
money grubbing tree
roots searching
for precious drops of
blood.
Tiny creatures
scuttle across
the shifting dunes
of forgotten dreams
Once it was green,
fertile, juice filled,
quenching, slaking
til abundance
became bound to a few.
Poverty steals the very
sips of sustenance
that are the
building blocks of bodies.
Changes to dustiness
humanity’s dignity.
Gun wielding, drone flying wealth
burn the last hopes of a fleeing people
as bonds are bound by innocent deaths
and the greed of war.
By
Hilary Evans
