Peace feels like an impossibility,
Indoctrinated feet marching across an
Invaded country fighting for its
Independence from the old-school tyrant.
There is cold, and there’s real cold,
Where hands drop their digits
Into the hardened ground,
And mud is more solid than concrete,
Where tanks rumble across what were fields.
What seems impossible is an end
To conflict, an end that doesn’t come with a
Mushroom cloud and its apocalypse.
Human nature thrives on war.
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