War…a poem
rusted armor
form a war long past
bleeds into another
uniforms
and weapons
change
becoming more lethal
killing faster
killing more
war is death
no matter what we tell ourselves
war is the death of peace
of love
of life itself
it’s about money
and who makes it
from the lifeless bodies
that litter the earth
and are remembered by
artifacts
Photo: Tim Sohmidbauer
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Rethinking Life 
Written
on May 7, 2022