Today, I am worried.
I am worried this pyrrhic victory
will inspire more preemptive strikes,
when what are needed are
preemptive education and
preemptive medicine and
preemptive food.
Today, I am aware,
once more, yet once more,
that wars are fought
by our children,
and by theirs.
Today, I am sad for
the well-meaning anti-war souls
whose legitimacy can be somehow
toppled like a statue.
I am sad for the young warrior
who will be the last to die.
What will be his name?
What will be her legacy?
Today, I am reminded
again, yet again,
how no one
hates war more
than the warrior.
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