Violent Flaws

by Satish Verma   Jul 26, 2020

You call an all night truce
of all stripes in moonlight.
Only milk will flow in dark.


The violets had a secret to tell.
Tonight the moon will
appear red after meditation.


A single parent, gay, has
come to stay in line
to accept his godless defeat.


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