(
There's no ending
as
there's no beginning
but
there is an in-between
that
what empty shells call life
there
where pain and hate wake
arisen
out of a wrongful conception
devised
by those conceiving the fallen
)
© 2021-03-01
*
And yet the poem goes on even after
*
the extermination of a people
*
for innocent souls mourn the loss of ruth
*
© 2021-05-20
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