Militant drums beat steady and coarse.

Families take shelter.

Men in uniform with sword, gun, horse,

are all blown helter-skelter.

Though flames grow, and sky fills with lightning,

these terrors are not the real kind;

for nothing is more frightening

than the war within one’s mind.

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