How easily they talk of war,
those who will never fight,
nor likely see the blood
of those, they love,
in awful light. How easily
they threaten bombs and
bullets as a way, to solve
some future problem,
in ghastly, gruesome ways.
How easily they spread
their hate, and offer up
their fears, to gods of
their own making - to
blood and grief and tears.
those who will never fight,
nor likely see the blood
of those, they love,
in awful light. How easily
they threaten bombs and
bullets as a way, to solve
some future problem,
in ghastly, gruesome ways.
How easily they spread
their hate, and offer up
their fears, to gods of
their own making - to
blood and grief and tears.
The constant thread of reality is almost unnerving. A really powerful piece.
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