Home became unreal
A cozy fiction designed
To distract him from
The war, which was real,
The sting and hurt and loss was
The life he had left.
Tag: war
Samuel and Agag
Prepared I am to
Smite. No cannibal can be
Tolerated. These
Ogres will taste my
Steel deep in their gullets. No
More shall they grow fat
On my people’s backs.
The thunder you hear will be
Their heads rolling on
The ground. If Saul thinks
He can save his cousins, he’ll
Be the next to die.
Dictatorship
Innocuously
It starts; you’re pleased with reforms
Less taxes, service
Improved. It ends with
A bullet in the head, dead,
Desolate, lonely.
(Image is an X-ray from Kosovo mass grave, victim of war crimes)
Herman’s Hermitage 