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“War and peace
Humanity has fought many wars,
But won none,
Because even in peace the victors carry its scars,
That they can share with no one,
Because when they saw their comrade fall,
They saw a friend die,
When they were smashed against the pitiless wall,
The human within them did die,
Resurrecting a beast from within,
That they try to leave behind, but it walks with them,
And becomes their penance for what was not their sin,
And then they spend a lifetime with this beast and with them,
Whom they lost in the war,
Their fellow comrades part of the same legion,
And even in times of peace, in dreams the demons of war chase them far,
There, where all emotions die, all sentiments sink, a death forsaken region,
Where they are cursed to live forever,
In the phantoms of war that chase them every day and every night,
Because they have seen their fellow comrades die forever,
And this aches their inward and memory invoked sight,
They maybe soldiers who are meant to kill,
But I wonder what they think when they see a fellow human on the other end,
The enemy who they shall kill even at the cost of killing their own will,
Thus is born the beast within, and for the human that it now feeds on, it is the end!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Humanity has fought many wars,
But won none,
Because even in peace the victors carry its scars,
That they can share with no one,
Because when they saw their comrade fall,
They saw a friend die,
When they were smashed against the pitiless wall,
The human within them did die,
Resurrecting a beast from within,
That they try to leave behind, but it walks with them,
And becomes their penance for what was not their sin,
And then they spend a lifetime with this beast and with them,
Whom they lost in the war,
Their fellow comrades part of the same legion,
And even in times of peace, in dreams the demons of war chase them far,
There, where all emotions die, all sentiments sink, a death forsaken region,
Where they are cursed to live forever,
In the phantoms of war that chase them every day and every night,
Because they have seen their fellow comrades die forever,
And this aches their inward and memory invoked sight,
They maybe soldiers who are meant to kill,
But I wonder what they think when they see a fellow human on the other end,
The enemy who they shall kill even at the cost of killing their own will,
Thus is born the beast within, and for the human that it now feeds on, it is the end!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“It's not an endlessly expanding list of rights — the 'right' to education, the 'right' to health care, the 'right' to food and housing. That's not freedom, that's dependency. Those aren't rights, those are the rations of slavery — hay and a barn for human cattle.”
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“Truth is born into this world only with pangs and tribulations, and every fresh truth is received unwillingly.”
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“All that the people ever get out of a revolution is a change of masters.”
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“A bomb here and a bullet there
A bomb here and a bullet there,
A wall riddled with bullets everywhere,
A man dead, a woman crying,
A young child crying and for nobody’s sake dying,
A building collapsing somewhere,
Homes on fire everywhere,
A soldier scanning for enemies,
A civilian seeking innocence in these wary faces who too are born of fairies,
A state of emergency declared in the war torn regions,
It is a crisis of all sorts, for humans, for every life form, and for my once familiar flock of pigeons,
Feelings of nothingness and nowhere appear to dominate,
Because that is what happens to mind when you have nothing to share but only hate,
A bullet to kill someone you don't even know,
A bomb to destroy a home that for someone is all he/she could ever know,
All gone, all lost, all turned to ash,
And from the sky a plane falls, it appears to be a fateful crash,
Where someone will die soon,
And it will be missed by many, and ah the pain of the moon,
To not find him anywhere not even in the sky,
For when you crash in wars you do not die,
A part of you lies on Earth and a part of you hangs somewhere in the Sky,
Confusing the angel of death whether to claim the remains that lie on the Earth or the hopes that died in the Sky,
Wars do not end when bullets are not fired and bombs do not fall anymore,
Because those who lose their hopes to wars are in a state of war forever and its immortal pain is what their hearts cannot ignore,
For a few it is just about a bomb here and a bullet there,
Unable to see injured memories and dying hopes everywhere!”
― They Loved in 2075!
A bomb here and a bullet there,
A wall riddled with bullets everywhere,
A man dead, a woman crying,
A young child crying and for nobody’s sake dying,
A building collapsing somewhere,
Homes on fire everywhere,
A soldier scanning for enemies,
A civilian seeking innocence in these wary faces who too are born of fairies,
A state of emergency declared in the war torn regions,
It is a crisis of all sorts, for humans, for every life form, and for my once familiar flock of pigeons,
Feelings of nothingness and nowhere appear to dominate,
Because that is what happens to mind when you have nothing to share but only hate,
A bullet to kill someone you don't even know,
A bomb to destroy a home that for someone is all he/she could ever know,
All gone, all lost, all turned to ash,
And from the sky a plane falls, it appears to be a fateful crash,
Where someone will die soon,
And it will be missed by many, and ah the pain of the moon,
To not find him anywhere not even in the sky,
For when you crash in wars you do not die,
A part of you lies on Earth and a part of you hangs somewhere in the Sky,
Confusing the angel of death whether to claim the remains that lie on the Earth or the hopes that died in the Sky,
Wars do not end when bullets are not fired and bombs do not fall anymore,
Because those who lose their hopes to wars are in a state of war forever and its immortal pain is what their hearts cannot ignore,
For a few it is just about a bomb here and a bullet there,
Unable to see injured memories and dying hopes everywhere!”
― They Loved in 2075!
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