No longer do planets send
people to war, no longer do
wars end. They go on, brutal
affairs, even after nominal
ceasefires, or become endless
military occupations, remembered
only when the occupiers die,
while the occupied bleed
in silence until then, and
are returned to silence
after the press becomes
bored or the slaughter
too great for the taste
of the occupier's friends
and must be hidden from
eyes and consciences.
No longer do planets
send people to war,
but this planets
bleeds in wars.
12.12.2024
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