That War

Looking through the mirror now.

At the future and that war.

Things are getting clearer, how?

Still no no reasons for that roar.

There is a time when comfort comes.

When your hands are fast and steady.

When all the beatings are just drums.

And with dancers at the ready.

When everyone has had their say.

No more flinching at rejection.

When good and bad are just a play.

And there is pause upon reflection.

Dennis Mantin

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