They refuse. To go to war, to fight the war in the fields, in the battleground.
The untangling of the threads to lead to the answer, to lead to end of the fighting, to peace.
They refuse. To give themselves to anything that would not give back.
Occupying the position of the place to learn, like a sermon taught, like the words of far far back.
Except through the eyes, of the eyes, of the eyes.
What is real? What has been lost in the changes, of the minds of lives lived differently.
So the changes as time changes, but one thing never does,
Human beings expressing, they refuse.
Perhaps it is time, for us to refuse.
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