Who waits on tomorrow when today is barely tolerable?
greet the sun
and the light
Green leaves,
Warm brown bark.
How many dawns will see them still,
as they have always been?
It happened a century past.
See the Black Hand. See Ferdinand.
See war born of nothing.
The young men crawl hopeless toward the trenches.
Suffocation. Putrification.
This generation sacrificed and abandoned,
lost,
came creeping home broken....
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