Sometimes I think,
If the war
Was brought to an end,
Near and afar.
This war in starving men,
This war in scheming minds
Its end will bring in peace,
Snapping of stubborn binds.
All will be free; don't laugh at me,
I know you will not give a thought
For however good or noble,
For you, It's just a thought.
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