We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Men on the edge of breaking down, breaking out the guns, outside the door the beach roars, the bloody waves mock life, soldiers tossed like toys, justice crying, the statues left of the dead, our heart solid, hands ready, the fight to turn the waves around, to change history, as our enemy would have done.
Unfortunatly this is war. This is death and destruction, bodies strewn about covered in their own bloody intestines, parents butchered by shelling clutching their beloved child, this is war, buildings of beauty ripped to pieces by missles, this is the darkness of envy, man's perverse interest in displays of strength, to be fearless and wanton, this is the horror of soot and screams and sirens. The romance of it is delusion, often hiding the faces of cowards, I can not forgive the crimes of deported children, or anything so vile and disgusting. May this war end, and may we have the strength, wits, and teamwork to make it so.
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