War,
You doth rob us,
Of Life in Beauty's prime,
Ragged nations, tragic stations,
Blood of helpless in our path,
Greatest Crime of human wrath,
Never ending, never past,
Will you thus forever last?
I hold out hope, Sandra. It may take some global crisis or a second coming but I dream of peace for my children and theirs to come
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Alas! The nature of man is unchanging.