Wars End

By Devon Riddick

Difference from a fight on hill,

And

An argument with your mom.

War’s end.

Treaties enlightened,

Thoughts provoked.

Bunkers brightened,

Smokes and pokes.

War’s end.

Lives intact,

Revolution in the sandpaper.

Sidewalks with the cracks.

Debris, for the city labors 

Can’t clean the street

If it’s embedded with tyranny,

War’s end.

Blood still gets shed. 

But what do I know,

I’m just telling you what I see.

If you could even envision the same,

You still wouldn’t give a fuck.

That’s war for you.

About the Author

Devon Riddick, Elizabeth City State University

Devon Riddick is 22-year old senior attending Elizabeth City State University. He is a poet, writer, podcaster, and content creator. He enjoys anime, reading poets, and collecting vinyls. He also is a MF DOOM enthusiast and enjoy artists such as MIKE, Earl Sweatshirt, A Tribe Called Quest, and Westside Gunn.