Ramblings

The carrion host

Circles around the dead

While the wounded cry out

Watching their fates

Once they too fell

By the wayside;

Torn apart

For want of a piece of land

That would soon be bereft of man

For the last man would surely turn

On himself;

Such seems the nature of man…

To kill his own kind.

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