The Peculiar Orchid

The look of a stranger.
Eyes that speak another world.
It came like a monstrous dream.
Full of rage and sharp teeth and nails.

It birthed a parallelism.
One strength opposes the weak.
Pointing fingers to the enemies,
I stumble with the delayed truth.

This is the peculiar orchid.
A symbol of guaranteed triumph.
We cannot lose in the war.
Our army is better than the devil.




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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