Looking through the window
He sees only war, perceiving
Everything as a battle,
As something to be won,
An adversary to be exterminated.
“When something bad is
Lurking around every corner,
Ready to attack you,
You have to hit first,”
He mutters automatically.
The world viewed as a dangerous place,
Where everyone is an enemy
Who must be engaged with violence,
Internal turmoil played out in public,
Only one direction to go in.
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