And on this day, we acquiesce
on our knees and in our hearts
as times of sorrow, bitter and precise, coalesce
Endings strangle slowly in fits and false starts
Some fail, others hesitate in these dark times
A few brave men offer a mischievous nod to false obedience
Each individual war is over as the final bell chimes
All pay the price as they pray to paper gods for expedience
How these days lurk, laden with the desperate laying alms
Trying to feed this insatiable beast, a lost cause
Inadequacies and pride more destructive than bombs
Peace out of reach for those that failed to pause
A moment to consider the paths to resolution
would have quieted these drums of dissolution
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