<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Boy at the Window</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">War raged on as if that was how it was meant to be.<br>There were no sides. You killed your allies, <br>or you were killed by them. Fear made us<br>choose the former. Tears rolled down my sweaty cheeks.<br>Blood stained my mud-splattered skin and clothes<br>and fear.<br>The streets smelled of Hatred. Why so much Violence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I desperately wanted to stop and mourn<br>for fallen friends, but there was no time for weakness.<br>I had to keep moving so no one could learn my strategy, <br>armed only with shields for eyes and daggers for teeth<br>and fear.<br>The streets smelled of Hatred. Why so much Violence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I marched silently. My shoes made no sound against<br>the pavement and my footsteps were invisible.<br>I thought this would protect me: not my first mistake.<br>As far as I would see were nothing but the aftermath<br>of massacres and the afterthoughts of murder<br>and fear.<br>The streets smelled of Hatred. Why so much Violence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked up to see a small, pale face hiding<br>behind a window. His arms were at his sides.<br>His eyes were expressionless bubbles.<br>I stood and stared at his innocent features, <br>and the child-who was blind to the bloodshed<br>that lay before him-held up his hand in a wave.<br>My face broke into a smile as I waved back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Zoe+Guillory">Zoe Guillory</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=540844" data-title="A Boy at the Window de Zoe Guillory" data-description="War raged on as if that was how it was meant to be. There were no sides. You killed your allies, or you were killed by them. Fear made us choose the former. Tears rolled down my sweaty cheeks. Blood stained my mud-splattered skin and clothes and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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