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This poem is about war, and our clouded judgements and prejudices that lead humans to kill each other.

When the dust settles

Cultural_show_2011by Mustafa Ameer15 Jul 2013

Is it to be, that only then…

our vision would reach peak acuity?

Only when the dust settles in nettles

over floods of blood and meshes of flesh?

Our foresight is a sight for sore eyes,

Cloudy sand-covered mists

summarise politics tricks

as we jump on every opportunity

to jump at each others throats.

Maybe… when the dust settles

and it is our child’s limbs in our arms

we will learn to drop our arms

and finally realise our foolishness

in settling for dust.