powerful voices
lighting flames with pure disdain
no regard for the
consequences, a senseless
war without reason…
they fill their pockets
with profits plundered, farms torn
asunder by greed,
paying no heed to all the
bridges burned along the way…
no tears shed for all
the milk they spilled on the floor.
no remorse, no guilt,
no accountability,
only revelry and blame…
When the barn’s ablaze,
and their precious cows don’t come
home, maybe then they’ll
realize what everyone
else knew the whole time.
30/30 Challenge II Day 1 Prompt – tanka / spilled milk
Tyler DeWriter 