Fragile by StingIf blood will flow when flesh and steel are oneDrying in the color of the evening sunTomorrow’s rain will wash the stains awayBut something in our minds will always stayPerhaps this final act was meantTo clinch a lifetime’s argumentThat nothing comes from violence and nothing ever couldFor all those born beneath an angryContinue reading “Fragile: A Burning Haibun”