Do not describe.
The necessities of war.
To me.
Please.
I am drowned.
In salty ocean drops.
Of sorrows.
The fabric woven.
In various shades of green.
Brings none of glory.
Nor of shame.
It weaves.
A heart.
A family.
And so a country.
Bereaves.
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