I don't sing much anymore. I can't bring myself to it. The past few days, I've tried. I've tried to create music but I can't. I've tried scrounging up some of that stuff we used to call hope but it's just not there anymore. Not for anyone. Not for me or you. Not for the Americans or Europeans or the Israelis or the Lebanese. Not for the Asians or the South Americans. Not for the Canadians, not the Russians. Not the Africans. Not the islanders. Not anyone.
It's not there. We fooled ourselves in the first place thinking that it was, or that it might be.
The world's not come down to this. It's just what it's always been and we've deluded ourselves for so long into thinking that there can be rules in war pertaining to the "humane" but what's humane at all about war at all? What's humane about anything human? It all boils down to blood. We live for the same thing we die for.
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