In a brief act of war, the new leader
spat out his vicious aggression.
The angry reply was a strong
attack. Early the next year,
the combatants drew a
truce. As the world
moved on, I knew
that the wasted
war was
over.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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