Down in the trenches it mattered not the shade of your skin. Be it by the blade of a bayonet or a bullet you were to meet the maker by the hands of your kin.
a politically charged poem that I kind of tried to write like it was a riddle, based on the prompt "things that are not what they appear to be."
Why people are refusing to wear a Face Mask?
It's interesting how humanity root its "freedom" in a mask
Refusing to wear masks will set your “mouth” and “nose” free
What about your thoughts?
At the end of the Spanish civil war the republic is losing. A little gnome appears.
Source: https://fictionspawn.com/2017/06/21/el-duende-pt-13/
Down in the trenches it mattered not the shade of your skin. Be it by the blade of a bayonet or a bullet you were to meet the maker by the hands of your kin.
a politically charged poem that I kind of tried to write like it was a riddle, based on the prompt "things that are not what they appear to be."
Why people are refusing to wear a Face Mask?
It's interesting how humanity root its "freedom" in a mask
Refusing to wear masks will set your “mouth” and “nose” free
What about your thoughts?
At the end of the Spanish civil war the republic is losing. A little gnome appears.
Source: https://fictionspawn.com/2017/06/21/el-duende-pt-13/