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War and conflict rages on mindlessly and infuriatingly,
Without any signs of abatement.
The meaningless violence drags on relentlessly.
Victory or death are the only means of deliverance.

Long grass the colour of raging infernos,
Lay scorched in the bloody battlefield.
The air, repugnant with ghastly smoke and smells of death.
Hope, trust and faith rapidly dwindling with each life lost.

When did fighting for our country, family and rights
Justify killing another human being?
Was this our war to begin with,
Or never our fight at all?

Amid the perpetual and aggressive battle,
As the weapons fire rapidly and bombs detonate piercingly,
A delicate, bronze butterfly appears out of nowhere
And lands like a beautiful reprieve on my bloodstained hand.

Hope. Trust. Faith. A sign, a symbol that all is not lost.
The surreal beauty of the insect amidst all the devastation
A reminder and reflection of all that’s good,
A sweet serenity to embrace and treasure.

There’s always a glimmer of hope
In the darkest times of desperation.
A warm and welcoming light in the dark,
Is always there to find you and bring you back home.