"I say that this war is the joint responsibility of the people and the governments. While the war continues, the people renew their allegiance to their rulers and politicans and continue to send their sons to our countries to fight us."
As time brings us new flowers
Our bodies bow in lone light
Calling to our souls
Wrenching hearts for sport
And the bland taste of oil.
Beloved, our hands meet in this facade
Clasping our part, leaning against us
In here; our own starving
Awaits the news of future bread.
Outside, where seas rage and winds howl
In the soft gleam of day where winged fowl
Move swift and free within the stained air,
Hope and death as new flowers
To our turned backs come.
It is the music of this we shall not hear
Afraid to see what touches near;
Love and peace.
It is measly hope we not fail closely this...
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