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The War Human, Death Found By Desire
To drudge in the mud and blood
To drudge in the body sea mire
To Wade through pain and death
The stench of the burning human fire
To see with these eyes
To feel bone crush under
To see death surround a soul and take its life.
Are death and destruction mans greatest and most practiced endeavour.
The insanity of human life
The insanity of killing life.
The insanity of murdering your kind
Death opens it mouth broad and wide
On fields where souls must die.
The none existent sense of war
Where words of compassion, gestures and smiles could conquer.
Could we stand on top of the hill
Could we stand together
Could we end the senseless killing of mankind and live to respect and not to fight.
Could we drown the fire.
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A Yorkshire Poet
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