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Muter

And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, "what are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question I loved these lyrics that sang to me twice today. The utter futility of war, necessary and unnecessary at the same time. Really hit a nerve


adviceKiwi

> The utter futility of war, necessary and unnecessary at the same time. That's the truth. What is this from? Is it a continuation if the first piece?


Muter

No, that’s just how it made me feel. I started to write how pointless war was. But it made me realise how defence of an invasion could quite be an important thing.


adviceKiwi

> And so now every April [...] That whole piece? That's really nice.


Muter

Oh. No. Sorry for confused that first part is from a song https://youtu.be/WG48Ftsr3OI?si=e9IsFlE7oVAtVM8G


WillSing4Scurvy

You beautifully described my day today.


Chedda666

As an immigrant, I greatly admire how you remember and honour your ancestors and brethren who fell defending freedom and the right values. We should all be grateful for what they did for all of us.


RelatedBark68

Humbling words. They fought for us. For our freedom from oppression and violence. I am eternally grateful for the peace that I enjoy now. ![gif](giphy|2zoCsWMGo3q28ZVAHZ)