We are still doing this. Fractured lives, broken bodies, men, women & children. What lives would they have lived had it not been for this cruelty?

WHY?

Please look at this link, it is worthwhile.
www.ipernity.com/blog/j.lucija/425821

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
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