A brief plea for peace in the form of a spatial poem - Quills 2018 Honorable Mention.
Let's have strategic talks:
address those fatal flaws dividing us
before that day the dreaded Reaper knocks.
We must move fast to stop the ticking doomsday clocks
but act by casting votes, not throwing rocks.
There's never need to scream and cuss
until compassion walks.
Don't be so stupid, boys.
Form: spatial poetry
"Poetry Newsletter (July 4, 2018)"
QUILLS 2018 Honorable Mention Military Category