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Sorrow floods through the open doorway,
They march through dust, carrying their ignorance,
Flags wave and gunfire echoes through night,
Yet others sit in black rooms, forgotten,
Knives to their wrists, guns to their heads,
And I stand there to pity them,
While at the same time I pity myself,
Pessimistic words escape my lips,
Yet my voice is as kind as the old woman down the street,
I lay amongst the gloom and death,
Of those who fall in battle against their brothers and sisters,
Their mothers and fathers, their sons and daughters,
I watch and feel the destruction of others,
The blood spills, the breathing stops,
Their souls swirl around me,
A ghostly wind carrying their cries of despair,
I sit there, looking evil in the face,
I cry, I wail, I weep, It breaks me,
It breaks me to see pain turned to agony,
And agony to pain before me,
I start to plot and plan,
How to stop it? How to end it?
I wonder and wait, wishing it to stop,
Wanting it to cease, begging,
Begging my own sanity to stay,
Then I stand, recover my strength,
Fight the emotions and move on,
They keep coming, striking like a thousand daggers,
But I hold on, for I know they will wither with time,
But there causes will last forever,
Unless humanity can finally evolve past the ignorance,
And see that we should fight the evils of war,
Not those blamed for it.