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Dec 2012
As kids, we thought wars were good,
fought with toy guns, the soldiers who fell down dead,
would get up and go home in the evening;
fallacies that shape us in childhood,
come to visit later baring fangs.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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