Vincent Van Gogh, The Garden of Gethsemane on the Mount of Olives, 1889 (Wikimedia Commons)
The politics of hate is a hollow echo
Inside an empty seed of imagination.
Stunted ancient bitterness descending
Twisting and banging
At the backdoor of death.
A midnight branch of pain
Olive leaves disguised by the darkness
Unenlightened desperate reason
Offering little hope to all mankind.
Published in the May 17, 2019 issue: View Contents
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