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FREEdom Form


I believe that freedom is free at its highest form.
I do not disrespect the warrior, only the war.

War is repugnant to Creation, abhorrent to God,
detestable to Home and terrifying for All.
Horrifying to those that go to battle,
to those that are War’s collateral,
to those who lose their limbs,
and those that drop a bomb on them.
War is horrific to those who lost their children to its teeth,
to those who find themselves without choice but to speak,
those who think of war as required
and those who speak of it as I,
those who have brown skin,
and those who have white.

War should not have one friend.
I bless the fallen and the risen,
the warrior and the peacemaker.
To root for war is to miss the point altogether,
unless our quest is for war to reign forever…

Peace

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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