Art : War
Son, it is better to be at peace than at war.
I have seen a lot of violence, pictures, pieces you can’t restore.You fantasize about war, but you have never heard bullets.
What you do not know is an ocean; what you know is a droplet.
When bullets are in the air, the weather changes.
Your short-sighted vision won’t see it coming,
Snipers, scope magnified, from shorter ranges.
Birds don’t fly anymore; some want to rest in peace in their nest.
Soon they are collateral damage,
All pets are quiet,
Gunmen in beast mode, savages ravage,
Let there be carnage.
It is day; suddenly the sun disappears.
The least that you feel, at most, it’s fear; dark is the atmosphere.
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It’s Harvey Dent,
Sorry, I mean it’s evident; presidents flip the coin.
They are two-faced; it’s not by accident.
Soldiers infiltrate a new city;
They see all residents as evil,
Premonition, they are all walking dead thanks to the rifle.
Agnostics, atheists, secular, they all become believers.
Nobody is in denial; emotions were desertic, now they all cry rivers.They all pray to their soul receiver.
Violence predates civility, preys begging predators, “Can you please consider?”
11 people in a 2-meter square bathroom, that’s the safest space.
If Ives is dropping, we are all dropping,
Neighbors stopped eavesdropping.
Walls have ears, but bullets penetrate walls,
So mom said, “Lie on the floor.”
By grace, no Mayi Mayi knocked at the door.
Bundu Dia Kingo clashed with the police suddenly,
That was Moanda, February 2007, I remember vividly.
Son, I have seen wars,
I have seen separatists,
I have seen tribalism.
Nothing new under the sun.
It is better to be at peace than at war.
Son, do not lack wisdom.
June 2, 2024 | Ives Rainy | Art: War
