Chaos

Dreams of a third and final world war

Chaos glares red at innocence.
Bomb-laden human landscapes
erupt in congestive agony,
and the mirage of armed conflict
is clustered with widows
creeping down bloody corridors
to greet insanity.
In a cavern of malignant minds
straddling the border,
shrieking and screaming,
crimson drenched pearls
slip into a bottomless chasm
to reap their own damned guilt.