Poems ✍️

  12.04.2026
  12


Author: Michael Shepherd

0041 In The Rifle's Foresight

In fifty years, when Jerusalem's gone,
flattened by an Arab atomic bomb,
to whom will be the spoils, in this tear-stained land,
lifeless, radio-active in its blood-drenched sand?




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