Their principles are sound and worthy,
Acting like a person in triumph;
Only people of destruction speak just now
Of the triumph and war together.
War continues problems and laughter,
Inner fear is a war of a just kind,
Jostling inside the stomach are jelly and jewels,
Without us, without us and the time.
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one of the beautiful write about war. who listens.