6/28/18

My love is dampened savagery,
Exclusive and subdued;
Unless afflicting family,
One's bane is but a bruise.
Though, when those few conscripts decease,
I shall not grieve their deaths;
My soul dispelled all sympathy
When numbed to heathen sects.

by Don Fox

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.........nicely penned and a great theme ★