Third Gulf War

February 28, 2026—

a Valentine's kiss screamed,

shook the earth, engulfed

schoolgirls—

resentment on TVs—

apathy knows no bounds—

bombs crashed elsewhere,

where we didn't see,

the dead or people burning to death.

They studied math—

a missile silenced

a partial equation, their lives.

A white phosphorus of lies

lifted the fog of war.

A double-tap, ushering

any hope of life to judgment,

where you seem to judge.

In a cold sweat,

you shivered—

one girl resembled your daughter.

Radical love calculated.

The complete equation—

we’re all one.

Still, 

you fell 

for election lies.

We told you so.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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