Fortresses
Wars build walls
On a foundation of
Corpses–
The evil and
The innocent alike–
And what do the walls
Keep in?
Keep out?
How is it that
Battles can be declared
Won or Lost?
For both sides die,
Both parties always
Somehow
Lose land and goods
And certainly, soul;
Starve in the snow or
Roast in the heat,
All the while watching
The world they knew
Reduced to ugly
Holes and rubble and
Its storied walls replaced
By a fortress that
Is really
Only a new prison
Art-Colored Glasses 
Very true – no one wins in war – even the politicians and businesspeople who think they’d won.
For most, it hits immediately but for some, it is worse – for it hits after they leave…this place.
— I reckon,
Eric
I imagine you are absolutely correct–at the very least, I hope so: those who have been not-so-nice should face their deeds, but especially, those who have lived graciously deserve to see the fruits of their kindness I think. Mostly, I would love if the world would lean much closer to being goodhearted in general! I appreciate how much you promote that on your blog, Eric!
You’ve rendered a sad side of human existence…
Pity that there even *is* such to be recorded, eh. Sigh . . .