Poem - At The Ordinary Thought The Aged War Strikes

at
the ordinary
thought
the aged
war
strikes

anybody
runs

over
the child

off
the red
orange
friendly
shackle
breeds
stealthily
beneath
the illuminated
peace
the ugliest
picture
displays
gently
the shadowed
blame
imparts

they
forgets
thoughtfully
under
the poisonous
pressure