As the new moon rises fat on blood,
And feelings high run,
Panic erupts in the heart of Europe.
For a menace unfettered brings
A festival of carnage,
To darken where light should have dismissed the vestige of winter gone.
Silence as we hang our heads in sorrow for the innocent who will never now be heard,
While lunatics bloated on moonshine,
Clip the yellow bud of spring,
Leaving us to embrace the dead season’s ghost.
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Very much a haiku feeling in this poem…..thank you for this tribute…
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