Magic Dust

First published in Different Truths

Naked words sear truths across
the universe melting swords 
dripping venom and blood. 

The Truth hurts, singes, burns, 
brands but stands fearless. 
Poetry has  the courage to spell — 

to write about exploding skies that 
kill innocents, or of toxic fumes 
annihilating with sulphurous hate. 

Poetry can colour the hate with love...

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