A Hive to Remember (11th of November)

Grove situation,

    Willow orchard of still born ochre ashes where embers still burn, Fields of armistice conforming to tides of the white crosses of buried doubt as the phantom children crawl over battle no less than this past centuries to yesterday old deadly pastures of derelict farmer's growing amputee napalm shredded limbs for those who endure the front of drone warfare lined up in suburb family no other appearance but safe but no haven exists anymore dwelling market just outside the ruins once entitled 'home.'

    Held for ransom in pariah no portal but death cell, Bound in waiting for an impeachment for a plead the fifth over second heard hand over foamin mouth guilty verdict plea for a divine storm to rank the chains that never gave meaning to their disclaimer never read yet safe locked away name imprinted in a digital accidental conjuring of a never admit wrong defeat or ill equation sum of a system of fear is our worst night pent cage up only side is down...

     Away from the gardens of near the it's never been a plague of death nearest friend is his usher scythe in a shepherd's comforting hands no one desires to embrace but the bullied hallway to school yard children whose best friends are daily abused by paedophile abduction threats of sexual blame it's never been a game violence bestowed upon their lives by submissive unempowered class derivative system of less than satisfactory appreciation of a supposedly kitchen bound underrated life she once happily found herself existing in a template now forked three ways down the centre.

    Caught in an unorthodox position between friendly not uncommon fire in a not so silk political spider debt woven profit web never raised a finger on behalf of their own mother's can't lay on her back syndrome of behind the never reported scenes of abuse where both sides of her person have been violated by aggressive tale once entitled love's nightly encounter with a drunken partner.

      One whom they'd adore to once again call the exoskeleton past odyssey tense tragedy of a battered shell gone purple in a rogue tide of fists endowing vermilions shades of cauterization epidermis hidden never blood clotted fatal heart wound ache never saw it coming attack.

     This is where the post outstanding rarely diagnosed stress aptitude for unimpeded physical violence tests failed on the battle Valkyrie couldn't save either side of war goes when it arrives home.

      The other double one sided conversational piece labelled sword are those who'd rather sinking tide of blame their illogical ship on the victim, Until their own wives or daughters are ill bed manner pillaged. The third side of the triune aforementioned crux of a cross overly warn but not down or out covert in their aggression are women barraging the world a valid movement for independence built in equality, Sadly the street beside the bull hell bound horn pastor gramophone their using is out to lunch on a date with misunderstanding, Some mother's just want to be...

     Remembered on a not so seldom day by their children who never saw the face of war or the underbelly of counter striking terrorists with closed door torture. Where innocence came home from the never ending nameless poppy beside white run down cross fields of war; synonym for progress, sibling of avarice and daughter of greed.

    So when you're silent on the 11th of November look into the continuity of the internal eye mirror, Search for a path against the rising tide of fury, But if you cannot, Channel it in a manner that pleases your mother, On behalf of equality, compassion advocacy and the end of death on distant fields of war.

    For Earth, she is fading into realms of Mordor where no ring ever destroyed could right the justified profit no less than a tidal bank high roller bonus wage account margin wrongs we've bestowed upon our nearly forgotten Mother, A beautiful day for a blood shed through white vines of bandages wrapped around unclottable crimes of battle where scars will ever seep the sap of horror.

In earnest anticipation of,