it is a beautiful war... glorious anger and hatred... fueled by primal fears and private tears, impassioned moments stolen from the breasts of mothers weeping alone in the cold, and death for the price of gold, a son, so proud of his wounds and sin of the battle he has won and the newborn son wrapped in his mother’s arms, holding his father’s pride, raising his father’s gun, fury in the setting sun vengeance, blood for blood, glorious anger and hatred a legacy left behind once more, it is...a...beautiful...war...
Reason for writing:
It began as a line from an episode of Highlander, the Series...and sort of grew on it's own from there.
Sometimes I think we need someone to hold up a mirror to our actions, so that we can see the repeating hatred, anger and mistakes...
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