I walk across the field.
Bodies lay scattered on the ground.
I wipe my face.
Sweat and mud stick on my hand.
I look around.
Then I recognize something.
Rather, someone.
I run up to him and fall on my knees.
No!
No no no!
Not him!
Please, God, not him!
I take his shoulders and shake them.
"Wake up! Please, wake up!"
No answer.
My heart sinks and fills with sorrow.
I look up at the sky.
Why?
Why do we have to kill others?
And when?
When is this going to end?
- e.o.
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