Civil, war 0

XSat high in the hills where love is norm:-
The basis for life, everyday.

Where the absence of love fuels a desire to love,
And love a desire to live.

Over, again, looking down on crater lakes;
On flora vivid in the equatorial sun.

Yet, unseen, deep in the valley, grouped and in convoy;
A void of permanent want.

Of fear, and poison;
Hatred flows and the cities crumble.

Cruel meager lives,
Punctuated only by acts of extreme violence.

The old man dreams of nothing but peace;
But his boys know nothing but war.


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