War, Huh
When wars are fought in faraway places,
and we don’t recognize the soldiers faces,
then the bombs and bullets mean little to us.
We’ll watch it with concern a day or two,
then quickly lose interest like we always do,
and wonder why there was ever such a fuss.
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