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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 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’.
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