Red Mist
by Sam M. Phillips

Move the chess pieces,
The warfare never ceases,
Nothing erases
The blood from the ground,
No honour can be found
In senseless killing,
I’m willing
Myself and everyone
To see what has been done
As a lesson,
A way to ease the tension
That must be transformed,
New methods formed
For us to dismiss
The murderous red mist
That descends upon our hearts.

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