Ornate carriages, horse-drawn
Swords of the tongue drawn
Grotesque pictures of war drawn
Hatched at the hour of dawn
By crooked fingers upon paper drawn
Rosy innocence on canvas drawn
Hands from tainted coffers drawn
Plotted at the hour of dawn
Dawn from the morning drawn
Sunshades over eyes drawn
Curtains over lies drawn
The cold cell awaits the pawn
Blueprints of a farce drawn
Heaven on a façade drawn
Teary each visage drawn
Between conflicts and lies torn
History not black and white; in red drawn
The line from every toe too far drawn
Lives from life too fast drawn
Stained pocket change to help mourn
From
Alms from roofless heads drawn
The last drop from the well drawn
My country to the dogs thrown
I like the thought behind this. Too many 'drawns' I felt, but then I don't know much about poetry. :-)
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