"One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one." Agatha Christie

by Helen Losse (2)

We like this war,
or so the populous says,

morality bearing witness
deep as Give us Barabbas. But why—

when a host of angels will not be believed—
do forked tongues cry out loudly to the

God Baby in a manger, Bring us your peace?
That couldn’t have meant love these.
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