Skedaddling

Hate disperses
into the ether,
brain-dead wars
thwacking lives,
dried blood
drinking drops
of oblivion,
filtering brutality,
a reflection
of cupidity.
Manifesting nirvana,
in the face
of turmoil.
Eath-
an anagram
to hate.
Sardonicism flaunting
its acerbic tongue.

©songbriti