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Flap,flap,flap.
The well-worn slippers
sounded as the people hurry
down the narrow bush path.

Where are we going?
Hurrying as a zombie
programmed to function
without a thought.
Deja vu!
Have I not been here before?
With echoes from the past
streaming in like a live feed,
I paused.

Kith against kin,
killing and maiming,
scorching the earth
with blood needless shed.

I shuddered as I heard the cries
of ravished women
mourning the loss of dignity
violently stripped.
The voices of innocent children
made to bear the brunt of adult’s madness
toxified into shrilling cries.


Those killed by bullets rejoice
over those left to pine and waste.
Then I saw those whose mind simply snapped
when seen horror
fragile souls could not bear.

Past gall unregarded
many still thronged the old path
just to rush and beat the drums of war.
But wars will only make fools of us all
winners and losers alike.

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“I confess without shame that I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded, who cry aloud for more blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is Hell.” ~ Civil War Union General William Tecumseh Sherman who orchestrated the infamous scorched earth policy that terrorized the Confederacy in his “March to the Sea” in 1864.