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From a war zone she cried
do not sully
that which was once a folly
of men with hearts bigger than their breasts
and an angst to be
the kings, on top of ant hills
the warring that ran red the rain
once falling on ground green
springing life to be

(You can find more of my poems on the blog. Also, find my novel, currently on free promotion for another 21hours on amazon: In Strange Company )