On the Edge of the Abyss

Moments of clarity as the mirage vanishes 

in a cold sky

where the vanishing point is manipulated 

a choir melodiously sings 

waves of love and adoration for a fantasy 

while a child 

starves who should never have been born 

yet the braying continues 

for peace on the garbage dump of history 

pleading for 

an end to wars of infamy and devastation 

and memorials to heroes 

because time records even the darkness. 

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