Art
Reflects life
Our passions
What we believe
That which makes us
Who we are
I walk from room to room
Small snippets of life
Of history
Tiniest glimpses
Torn from the pages
Of time
So many ways
That we are similar
Our lives
Overlap
The things we hold dear
But from very beginning
We have devoted art
To war also
So many reasons
Have we found
To kill
Lashing out
As if in darkening
The light in another's eyes
We can somehow
Assure that ours will continue
Stupid man
Nothing is permanent
We all end
What will YOU leave behind?
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