EMPTY PLATE

 

words are plain,

carved from wood

worn out by floods

 

hope is frailty,

cut into two

a dog without its tail

 

 freedom is slavery

voice of the voiceless

the idea of nothingness

 

 grace is irony

the ironmonger’ fury

the fire of anger’s fuel

 

war is peace

bullets of pain

etched into the pierced skin

 

darkness is light

the might now undressed

ironed into the fading night

 

 laughter becomes a cry

the bell tolling loud

a smile bleeding away

 

 

love is hate

the double edged sword

words buried deep in the heart