Once we had a common enemy, and we forgot our differences. Time changed our intentions. The voice for peace becomes the antagonist. Our unity is fracturing in such a diabolical way: the blood, bruises, and nasty self-infliction. A broken body cannot defend itself.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones