In Death, Can Respite Lie
So much hatred in the world
Nary a banner humbly unfurled
From the leaders on down
Reason on lockdown…
War, blood and guts thrive
In every century well and alive
In death, can respite ever lie
when bullets and bombs darken the sky
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