By Hugh A Tague
From crimson encrusted sand, fortifications grow skyward
refugees entrenched upon not one, but both sides
a siren’s wail warns of imminent incoming fire
here collateral damage is the benchmark
not a misguided consequence of war.
Amidst the smell of gunpowder and burning fuel
for just one moment, a superpower shines bright
his sidelocks breach the wall, brushing her cheek
her lips touch his and take them both to another place
a place where their children can play in peace.
For one fleeting moment in time
flags colors blend, love and indifference stand
two hearts divided by mortar and stone become one
true love’s kiss conquered all things wrong
for one fleeting moment in time.
Hugh A Tague 7/31/14
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