Today at lunch
I wrote a poem about war
and thought
this is what it’s come to
after all these years
of killing.
War again.That’s not the poem
but it’s what I was thinking.
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Hope, like the gleaming taper’s light • Adorns and cheers our way • And still, as darker grows the night, • Emits a brighter ray.
— Oliver GoldsmithThe Cat Cam
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