Violets & Guns
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therinamartinsWriter and Friend
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Violets & Guns

by therinamartins

We play with guns-

Brandishing them in jest. Fools! Claim not them to be violets!

Mock a spark

And war will naturally follow. As simple as hay with a spark, So will nation against brother toil

We are weak

We start a fire, yet shy away when it brightly glares- Burning, raging, destroying... And ancient ones roll in their graves Groaning at our stupidity.

Did they die for naught?

Did they play and ramble with nonsense? Did they spill their precious blood- Willingly openiñg hand of all their loves- For nothing?

No! Again I say:

Fools! Don't mistake war with peace. Don't die for play. Don't waste your brother's life for jest.

Violets are flowers. And guns are guns.

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