Thoughts of a Pacifist

Broken men cause things to break

But what is left at the end of the day?

When all is said and done, lost and won

Pain an unacknowledged cost

The minds of men won't understand

The most complex thing made simple

Too little and too late but always the same

They do it again

One thing, then a chain of events

What drove that stone to break the glass?

Like the ripples of a pond

Consequences come to pass

What use is regret with a million deaths?

A crime and a sentence is not always the truth

But it's good enough for them.

The End

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