WAR

Cannons roar and armies march
and all the Earth is shaken.
Blood is shed on foreign soil
as our mother’s sons are taken.
Fight and live or fight and die,
do we really know the reason?
Time swirls ’round in endless flight
as all things find their season.

Journal Comments

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