He was already against the next war
He had his signs drying in the sun
“No more war”
They said, in red and black
No more war…
He walked out into the street
The sun was hot
Burning his hands
He had his gas mask
His sunglasses
And his face wrapped
The dust
Covered everything
It hadn’t rained for months
And there was no one left
To read his sign
He was already against the next war…
one war too late
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Regarding Samuel 