Wrote this around the time of the Gulf War:


Smoky Haze


We trudge the quicksands of our restless times

As we tread these lean and restive days

Creeping through tears, blood and mines

Groping through this smoky haze

We hear but do not listen

We touch but do not feel

We look but hardly see

Anything through this smoky haze



We suffocate in this devil’s dance

While living this Thespian romance

Are these homosapiens’ laws the gain?

That put us in bondage again?

For when the demons pierce through this epidermis of peace

How can we see clearly through this smoky haze?



And when a storm brews in the desert

As the Balkans broil in fire

We hear the crashes lash the curses to these prevalent devices

We learn half-truths and mostly lies

Who will stop tempting fate and end this masquerade?

Will it be Sadam, Milosevic or the allies?

Will we ever cut clean through this smoky haze?

- © T.J. Nanna
From my book publication "Mind Untamed: Collected Poems"

Website: http://www.publishedauthors.net/tjnanna/index.html

Great write...the imagery is very strong.

Thanks Qibili.I enjoyed reading your work too.