We don’t leave child a loaded gun
He can’t distinguish death from fun
Then why provide our sick men one,
To blow us all their kingdom come…
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Warring Me, Warring You
The war to our east, real and projectionThreatens my flesh; pleads self-reflectionWhile my inner war: love battling fear,Decides my quality, of life living here Since fear triggers all wars, outside and inOf course, my unhinged Read more…