we'll take children and children's children out
to where it happened.
A place whose whereabouts are only revealed
by whispers of quiet light.
Light whose sole purpose is that of
destroying, burning and shattering it all
to pieces
until nothing is left
of what worries minds of strategists
in this war we call life.
We'll take them, show them, love them
to no end, so their hearts are satisfied
with what no hunger can consume
on behalf of malnourished limbs.
All of this I wish for, when
surrounded by masters of chess, screaming in my ear.
Ordering my hand to move
where it does not belong.
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