World War I

I see way back,
men who are proud,
with decorated chests, standing piously,
and claiming territories proven by dominance.

But Envy?
No!

Gazing into the eyes of the repressed,
I see fear,
Why can't there be Love?

Men can be so proud,
or so they think.
More competition it seems...
I Must Be Better, I Must.

It's a suicide mission,
Enemies are made,
and Brotherhood is Our Only Cure

David DeMuth, 1983

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