Coming to an end my friend the direction like an infection spreads towards a desolate shore where people care no more letting fools wage war no matter how much cease and desist is implored words of peace are ignored but ordering weapons they say more more more more 21 gun salutes burying blood stained boots while taps is played folding a rag for a widow to save as a mother weeps over a grave of a child who she too soon must wave goodbye to as she walks away at the end of another day