the acrid stench of this war
invades my nostrils,
devastating pictures
painted by the news
overwhelm my senses,
my face, impregnated by disbelief
aches with futile empathy,
my handwringing angst and
bold words of allegiance
would not clothe a skeleton
this war is the devil’s work
and finds my faith wanting
I am ashamed
*
© Graham R Sherwood 03/22
grahamrichardsherwood.co.uk 
My poem today speaks to the aching also. I am right there with you, feeling the tragedy and shame.
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