The sun will rise today on war,<br></br>that cold and ugly thing.<br></br>The earth has seen its like before,<br></br>and won’t abide delay of Spring —<br></br><br></br>though bombs explode and soldiers fall,<br></br>though sanctions echo emptily,<br></br>the world will turn throughout it all,<br></br>the birds will still sing merrily.<br></br><br></br>Despite ourselves, we are not gods,<br></br>whose conflicts rise to alter fate:<br></br>the mud fills tracks that boots have trod,<br></br>the earth will shudder and rotate.<br></br><br></br>If nuclear winter doesn’t fall this year,<br></br>the flower-buds will still be here.<br></br>
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