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A child sheds silent tears.

As soldiers moves past.

Those who were supposed to provide and care for him.
Casualties in the maelstrom of war.

Blood.
Innocent and guilty.
Shed for a price.

Price for what some will call democracy?
Or merely for the whims of a madman?

Fires of vengeance.
Lights up the child's eyes.
As he hurls curses at the moving soldiers.

The soldiers could do nothing.
For they were merely obeying orders.

For them.
The common question burns.

As they look.
For the answers behind them having to fight in this war.

From sadness.
Gives birth to reasoning of vengeance.

And from reasoning of vengeance.
Comes the river of blood.

In a never ending cycle.
Of death and destruction.