You Can't Help Me Now

Free Verse ReVolution

There’s civil war brewing in my soul.

Propaganda headlines,
patriotism hitting record high.

It’s in the eyes of people
young and old,
on leaflets stapled to
telephone poles.

It’s the ring on her left, oh
the wear it will
endure waiting on
your letters home.

It’s in the meadows,
chosen battlefields and the
televised spiels of leaders;
that we’ve come to a rift in our
entitled bliss and
must send our
kin to
duke it out.

And when they
spout, so we march.
And when we go
down, they’ll say

no harm done.

Only letters
my love opens are
ones without
seals and slogans, since the only
envelopes worth the read are usually

soaked in

“Whatever it’s worth,
I wish you were
with me now.

How so many dominoes
fall for
the cynical dice keeps me
awake at night, listening to
gunfire in the hills.

I’d be a…

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