Poem – “Extremist”

Extremist

Collapsing on burnt field between outrage and blood
Who is the just and who is the extremist anymore?
Two faces of hate that look the same in the dark
Erect a tower of bodies that rises like Babel
A wrath misguided, fueled by self-destruction
Perhaps when I wake the field will bear flowers again

©S. M. Shuford 2018
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