When will it end?

When will it stop,

you fools for diplomacy?


Does time soften the

destruction and take

away the lingering smell

of a landscape sacrificed?


Time heals all things say

they who have never

suffered as these have,

never taken the pain of loss

and separation between

the eyes and in the heart.


Time does not heal, for time is

a fucking thief that rips away

resolve and fills as with the

discourse that ‘it will turn out

okay in the bitter end’.


When will it end,

all of you who want to

see no more?


When the madman says?

When there is nothing left to

take and conquer?


When lust is quenched?

When only the unravelled earth

of rotting graves is left?