Children of War.
For all the time you have killed my children
I know when the grow up they will come and
Kill yours; mine has lost the ability to feel
Empathy, blinded as they are by hatred,
And you will cry, as I did, tie yellow ribbons
On trees, swear vengeance and kiss your flag.
What we will have in common is our mutual
Disgust, a bond of spilt blood that will last
Longer than mere love can.
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