poetry by j matthew waters

ground invasion

a long procession
crossing the border
controlled remotely
fourteen hundred
kilometers away

this is anything but
a ticker tape parade
more like a war of wills
not a single shot fired

in the map room
a series of switches
dictate who may live
& what must go

the rest of the world
continues to suffer
from cyberattacks
oblivious to reality
& blinded by the light

february two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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