in the realm where shadows dance with fiery gleams
war machines adorned in drag queen dreams
a paradox of power in a sequined gown
a battlefield transformed, a glittered crown
metallic warriors, fierce and bold
exchange their armor for silk and gold
in the chaos of war, a surreal parade
as camouflage falters in a masquerade
tank treads twirl in a graceful spin
bombers flutter with a feathered whim
a camouflage of colors, a vibrant guise
in the theater of war, a startling surprise
they strut on runways of destruction
war machines in glamorous construction
battles rage with a touch of flair
as bullets and beads fill the air
explosions echo in a syncopated beat
as war machines and drag queens meet
grenades explode in a burst of light
a dazzling spectacle in the dark of night
amidst the chaos, a message is sent
that even in war, beauty is present
a plea for peace, wrapped in silk and lace
as war machines don drag queen grace
in this surreal ballad of conflict and queerness
where violence meets a runway's finesse
war machines dressed in a paradoxical sheen
for even in battle, the human is seen
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Solo, Wed, 24th January 2024. 4:09 pm
Suko Waspodo
