Of Vice and Men.
Here in my pen,
There is so much to say,
The same old song,
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Beautifully sensible. The beauty of mankind could have been its conscious but it turned out to be a weapon aimed at all sort of life. Our so-called intelligence has produced more damages than goodness. We have art as a consolation prize... but so tragically insufficient...* *
Interesting write, and very wise. Is war a way of life - it would certainly seem so. Well penned.
Let those who got ears hear her voice lest you rejoice War, in it's noise! Great thinking and writing.