Poems

Beware the blessings

Blessings flow even in war, he said.

So, some thought before, “We’re safe.”

They marched on, explored, made haste, forgot,

Not caring disdain comes back to haunt.

(Prompt by SEAProWriMo 11-day poetry challenge. Inspired by Deuteronomy 33.)

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