Here's the kind of wonderful poetry you get when you don't stop evil wars:
The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced I’ve smiled by some mistake.
The world’s abloom and seems to smile.
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in barbed wire, things can bloom
Why couldn’t I? I will not die!
Anonymous, 1944 “On A Sunny Evening”
(Above written by a child who lived in the Terezin concentration camp.)
Damn all the war makers and the war supporters.
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