To all (my) crying armies

To all the people who suffered in endless war.

To the lost, the broken, the fallen, the hopeless.




Our clothes, our uniforms don’t define us.

Let our hearts speak and not what we think we know.

(Edit: And the “country” we were or still are all fighting for, is one yet to come. A dream, a hope, a kingdom or just earth and nature as they were and should be. Free, perfect and beautiful, unaltered and without judgement.)

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