love as war

Writing that expands and deepens:

Year of Prophecies

love as war

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Cross Purpose

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At time’s crossroads, Reason drowns

in rage, pain,

radiated rain, treasonous air.

Weary of care, of punishing,

bottomless anger, of sobbing men

robbed of their right to give birth.

Taken from Mama’s warmth, from

the cave, to play brave.

And it’s ladies’ choice as you squirm

in fool’s corner.

Such a chore — kissing at this

and that for a chance to score

the shame, the blame from stuck-out

tongues, the bloody laughter

“I could bite off that little thing — make

you squat to pee.”

Wired to fight, at any cost,

because, of course, the Cross proclaims

“We’re right.  They are inherently wrong.”

“Those below must be taught to obey

our superior tools, to be broken,

that we may ride.”

Against our better fate, our race divided

along strict lines, by difference

nature instilled to make us strong

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