The devastation of war invokes many dark images, and a war lost is an incalculable, a compounded suffering. —”a wound becomes a tailsman, you start collecting/the awards from severed hands.” What an antithesis to doubtful honor! A telling argument for the futility of bloodletting! This is a powerful penning, Satish, my friend.-oxygon
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