Can’t post right now, here’s a great poem!
It is we who buy the guns and we who pull the trigger.
It is we who make the bombs, and we who set its timer.
It is we who pay the price, carve the knife, pierce it into another.
It is we who take the drink, drive the car, crash our brothers.
The gun has no brain and neither the bomb,
The drink has no restraint, neither a knife.
It is we who make the choice, choosing evil over the better,
It is we who wreck humans and wonder where humanity’s gone?
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