a sad diaspora

30 Aug

there is a scattering

a loss of meaning

a removal of comfort

one group of sick bastards hurling stones

hoping to injure and kill another group

of sick bastards

till the sickest bastard makes it to the top of the hill

a barren hill

from which everyone has fled

seeking solace

a place of peace where they may heal

what a sad diaspora this is

it is all up to us now

no parents

no government

no guru

we must reach out to each other

for there is no other

there are no winners in this war

only losers

let us gather ourselves together

and declare an armistice

no more shame and hate

and war

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