must a man live for all the stages of play

each a burning saga of conflict and dismay

the bullets lay spread, recoiled off innumerable rounds

the office clerks refuse to dare a count

all is lost, human blood on ground

even the ghosts are scared to make a sound.

the children still have hope in their eyes

refusing to believe the future sacrifices

keeping dreams beneath the pillows of their beds

soon approaching the long sleep of death.

gunpowder, air raids and crashes

skin to tar, bones to ashes.

winter snowflakes fly away.

the bodies lie still in the position to pray.

darkened, charred, covered with soot of hate.

dreams, hopes, lives, souls: all evaporate.

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