War shielded with a smile

in honor of the

blood collecting nearby.

Want more?

He is not hiding.

One of the mothers

is nitpicking to get

the colds kicked in.

It’s a smell, mold

getting boy white.

You’ll learn to expect the streets

to be deadly quiet.

They’ll grim, drag people up

and bathe their struggles.

A journalist tells of his regional rivals

as “half men.”

His personal office

displays domestic abuse.

It is a combination of poetry,

where victims are asked

not to speak. The room,

also, a silent display of women

and children’s lives; until they exit,

walking through in artistic ways.