Who wants war?

I watched the bombs fall
and the children hide.
Still the boxes are buried,
and the darkness
opens like a knife.
I said to myself,
hate is never
conquered by hate.
As the mothers,
cramped into cellars,
weep for their loss.
Kissing their final pain.

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