i lie, face to the sky, eyes closed, oblivious.
The hypocritical world leader,
seated safely behind his wide, shiny, wooden desk,
tasting bittersweet power,
seeing his face in many places other than the mirror,
surrounded by silky symbols of unity we call flags,
he declares,
"It was a course of action that had to be taken in order to preserve the pride of our nation."
The bearded intellectual,
sitting on a bench in Harvard Square,
sipping a steaming cup of coffee from a styrofoam cup,
peering over a scholarly journal, while
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discussing the finer points of medieval French literature,
he ponders,
"The mere absence of peace...an unfortunate, but often inevitable aspect of society."
The single mother abroad,
living amidst a ravaged town,
wrapped in a soft, once-white cotton blanket as if that will protect her,
wiping the tears from her scarred face with blistered fingers,
clutching her beloved, deprived child,
she desperately whispers,
"Why? When will it stop?"
i rise, open my eyes, and observe.
"Absurdity."
--Gauruv Sud
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