To the staring sky. few sets of scraped fingers protrude
a barren sight of sun-tanned figurines
erect and tall as human egos
some sided coarse as jilted anger
others smooth as politician's lies
layers of rocks solidified for support.
Man made Legos in competition
Discarded pebbles and stones on the floor
whimper, the lonely plant offering sympathy
A landscape stripped of moisture
war torn eyes bereft of tears
nations supplying weapons to wipe.
The brick orange matching cloud patches
chin up endorsed reaching for
orange streaks amidst
sprinkled blobs of white on sachets of blue.
Each spec narrating their own story
with no one to listen
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