<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bitter Word</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I taste bitterness in my mouth<br>each time I hear the word war.<br>It's a taste that's born of compassion<br>from a word that's been heard before.<br>Too young they die<br>not knowing why.<br>Too young they leave<br>and as we grieve<br>I hear that word again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I spit from the bitter taste of it<br>and it still won't go away.<br>It's the same old word that drives me mad<br>and reminds me every day<br>that man is pliable in the hands<br>of ones whose insatiable need<br>never tastes bitterness in their mouth<br>from the word or from the deed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwina+Reizer">Edwina Reizer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381653" data-title="A Bitter Word de Edwina Reizer" data-description="I taste bitterness in my mouth each time I hear the word war. It's a taste that's born of compassion from a word that's been heard before. Too young they die not knowing why. Too young they leave and as we grieve I hear that word again. I spit fr..."></div> </div> </div>

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