A stitch in time
A thousand voices scream in darkness,
as soldiers, not quite men, play at their war.
In shadows hiding pain and illness,
a thousand voices scream no more.
Silent sentinels bear bloodied witness
to a thousand faces beaten, raw.
Ghostly watchers in the stillness,
of a thousand souls escorted to death’s door.
What hope for the future?
A stitch in time, a suture.
For wounds long past,
That freely bleed, will bring at last,
a soothing, healing balm,
a time of peace, of calm.
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