No olive branch in sight

 

Give unto Caeser... famine or fame

Keep flying drones, it's only a game

If man knew 

What He knew

He wouldn't fly either

The question is peace

Do we kill the messenger and eat her?

Or remain hungry and scared without hope

 

personal poem


 

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