Personal Tragedies
We are destined to repeat history,
for wars are nonstop; the killing goes on.
And though little girls get raped and murdered,
in life's game of chess, they are but a pawn.
In the surreal arena of war:
bloodthirst and anger get drawn out with skill.
While generals get labeled patriots
and heroes: hailed for the numbers they kill.
Young soldiers are fueled by bravado
juxtaposed with devastating despair.
While politicians honor aggression
with posthumous medals, the dead don't care.
Orphaned children must prostitute themselves
and scavenge for food, or else starve to death.
And the defeated always seek revenge;
cursing the enemy with every breath.
Personal tragedies ignite the hate
that burns inside hearts like a righteous flame.
And it'll not be doused by tears spilled, walking
past rows of tombstones, searching for a name.
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