Leveling itself
by ever reveling in itself,
and still stunted, to this day, in its wisdom,
loses the sound of its overblown breath,
then chooses to stay, in every way, no less dumb
and refuses to lament its own death.
So many adults can take so much pride in something so immaterial, something that alone so truly does not affect them, and something that can so easily be taken away. Rejoicing in the death of a single man, instead of the end of fighting, is just celebrating the continuation of war.
