go to a warring place
a land scarred and destroyed
try to smile whne you see death.
brutalized faces,
silent tears, voicing a terrible pain.
watch the children
carrying guns,
staring straight, not seeing
with aged eyes, beyond their years.
try not to flinch
when gunfire rips apart the building beside you...
try not to cover your ears
to drown out the anguished screams...
try not to close your eyes,
to the vivid images of death, lying before you...
try not to scream
when the images, sounds, experiences
all visit you tonight in your dreams.
see all of this
hear all of this
play witness to all of this
and then tell me
that you still believe in the good of war.
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