|War Is Kind (standard:poetry, 213 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Dec 22 2002||Views/Reads: 2999/1696||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A college student rationalizes feelings of guilt for being sheltered from a war in which others die.|
~War Is Kind~ By Will . Poor kids, why do you hang to the branches of these barren, campus trees? Why won't you let go? . Do your mothers rememember the color of your eyes? . Think of all the leaves; it is telling how they lie. . But I cannot cry. Did I know the sorrow whispering your names? I hear something, vaguely, about a war, and sigh, and the autumn leaves lie. I cannot cry. . O, Mother Grief, do not be deceived, war is kind. . Really, I feel for you poor kids, God knows; but you can't expect the best to die for something low. . Does it hurt to die? Click here to read the rest of this story (53 more lines)
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