Lost Souls

Conflict stirs in each of us,

Sometimes good,

Mostly bad.

A cancer of civilization.

 

Souls are lost,

At Flanders Fields,

Bastogne,

In deserts afar.

 

Conflict robs all of us.

The eternal burglar of humanity.

Innocent many are,

Unwitting victims of others anger.

 

Fear leads to conflict.

Conflict leads to hate.

Hate leads to lost souls.

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