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When men march to war they stand in straight lines.

With their shirts tucked in to their pants.

And their shoes on properly.

They swing their arms at the same time.

And some of them ride horses.

It’s a big deal and everybody comes out to see.

The bystanders clap their hands and wave handkerchiefs.

We’re all impressed and glad that it’s not us marching.

Though we insist we would if it came to that.

None of it seems ridiculous as it’s happening.

It’s only with some distance that it becomes obvious.

That people will look back at us and wonder why we did it.

Like all peoples have and will continue to.

And it will seem pointless to them.

And it will be.





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