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Aug 2012
War,
War changes.
From rifle ranges
to a poison gas blast,
Not last, an atomic bomb.

Calm is not our future.


War,
War never changes.
A hate between two—
Through working men fought
Caught up in the past
Outlasting hate.
"War, war never changes." It does, and it doesn't.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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