The ordinary human
Is loathe to think of their demise
They toss and turn and try to forget
The sounds and scenes of their regret
The joyful human
Is friends with fear
Their toys are horrorshow and cheer
The force of war
Serves those who bend the lives of others to their ends
War is fraught to bring to mean
The joy of persons who might seem
To reach beyond the torrid norm
To ground them into normal form
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