What master mad deploys use of bigtime daily bombs
Reducing all structure to dismembered rubble
And cage scant disfigured hopes for plight in twisted metal, shards piecemeal, Until last remaining yearn for freedom succumbs to waning need for living Even here, amid melodic echoed strains etched in mind from tunnels far away where trains once probed by squealy hum to rise from dark to light of day. Now cool marble floors and walls of tile
join squarish pillars of cement
to mark our cavern home
where young and old join common floor
to wait for lonesome end of war
When we can arise like ancestors old
to greet the greying skies that told
of flaming crimson ties of bold
endeavors outscreaming bloodsoaked, ragged roads.

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