So much blood shed in recent days, across the world, and for centuries before. So often the innocents who are killed and maimed. So often the arguments lost or trampled or too complex to make sense.
I find this poem by the great Russian writer Marina Tsvetaeva says much in few words.
Thanks to the Poetry Chaikhana for introducing me to it.
And here is a link to the poet Anthony Wilson's blog, and another poem by Thomas Lux that captures the futility and universality of war as a facet of human nature.

Peaceful summer all x

I know the truth
By Marina Tsvetaeva
(1892 - 1941)
English version by Elaine Feinstein

I know the truth -- give up all other truths!
No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle.
Look -- it is evening, look, it is nearly night:
what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals?

The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew,
the storm of stars in the sky will turn to quiet.
And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we
who never let each other sleep above it.


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