the world isn’t full of love
the constant call to arms
loudspeakers in the city streets
projecting all the romance languages
young boys & girls tilt their heads
counting years on their fingers
virtual tactical gear painted on their skin
marching to the snare & the bugle
a caravan of tarp covered vehicles
transport wet-eared recruits
populating newly formed camps
outside the danger zone
soon the city will be empty
and children in their infinite wisdom
find what the world lacks is love
august two thousand twenty-two
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