in the Nazi death camps,
in Vietnam, in Iraq, in Afghanistan….
on 9/11….
were all people,
many with families, all with dreams
of living and loving….
it is both tragic and sad
how they died, and that they died….
it is also a sad truth
that all the killing in the world
wont bring them back,
and will never redeem what happened….
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