The World of Warfare

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The age is of peril and we fail not

To drag this peculiar load of uncertainty

That has latched onto us as we trot,

Spelling it out to be the only thing certain.

While I try hard to gaze beyond

The sight that has often kept me mystified,

I find hope not in my grasp as I despond

For all that was is now pulverized and I'm stupefied.

The ticks and tocks in the silence,

With pain and fatigue I acknowledge.

Behold the grief that has come to make its presence,

Disallowing me any sense of anchorage.

A ride of this kind has got me deeply seared

As I forever question both sanity and humanity,

And for my path continues to be steered

By the powers that have made all of this be.

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