Liar said:modus vivendi
the Ks smatter up ahead
they take another route
to honor the not yet dead
that roar in dust echoes
under a zenith sun
diesel with get them this far
and then, the bite of being
left behind will flog them on
towards one last safe camp
nobody can remember
whose blade swung first,
which murder in the night
called who to arms,
which bullet struck where
or even why
but now he who delivered
cattle delivers lead, and he who
taught children their history
teach them they have no future
from sitting in rows,
to walking in lines
Hooray Liar with 18 poems!!
Still not giving up?