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Jan 2016
War
Guards around the room, silent and docile

and loud with hidden what ifs and should haves

Maps of land and desert sands

Tiny toys fighting tiny battles

Morons in suits and decorated uniforms

clothes that have never touched gunpowder

Their decisions come with two price tags

One in dollars

One in blood

They only pay one

My brother paid the other
Steelhaven
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