Poetry

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By

Daginne Aignend

Depraved

War machinery is a depraved trade

Camouflaged with a sauce of

peacemaking and humanitarian aid

doesn’t make it less vicious

Humanity’s decay

After all,

A moldy bread

adorned with marmalade

still remains a moldy bread

Torn

Broken, being no longer

in one piece

Torn, pulled or ripped apart

in pieces with force

The dictionary explains what

my body and spirit already knew

Culpable

For being true

to myself

as I destroy you

Daginne Aignend

Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk.
She likes hardrock music, photography and fantasy books, and is a vegetarian, spending  a lot of time with her animals.
She started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website.
She has been published in Black Poppy Review, In Between Hangovers, Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, Poetry Explosion Newsletter, Random Poem Tree, Scarlet Leaf review and Spirit Fire review, with a pending publication at the Contemporary Poet’s Group anthology ‘Dandelion in a vase of roses’.