Have you noticed how
Words cease to matter
When war is waged all around?
Swords thrash so deafeningly,
Even the loudest voices go mute.
Call it inhumane,
Call it greed or glory or necessary,
This is merely how the world works.
It isn't fair, it isn't pretty
But the facts are concrete--
When the dust settles
The only people of any consequence
Are those who remain standing.
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