Poezja

I will not elaborate,
what I mean.
You have to dig out the treasure.
 
The puzzle was not new.
The memorial will be
buried in the sand.
 
A bloodbath will give―
the final touch to the
ground, less savoury now of inhumanity.
 
We celebrate the anniversary
to forget the world's
conflicts, man made.
 
Will you come in the
dark? The snipers are watching
out for the sparks of mercy.