For many years around this time. I would reopen the Memory Scars of the the USMC and Vietnam in the late 1960s. Scrape out some of the Black Dried Blood. Then mix it with the milk of a lost soul, deep in Karma's Debt.
And dip my quill in this now reconstructed Bard's ink. Writing bitter words and bloody memories, for SummerLands sake and the hope they could make a better world.
Yet at some point even the most Stubborn Druid and Scribe of SummerLands, must accept the words, only fall on Blind eyes, Deaf ears, or powerless Souls and Hearts.
So this year I will only say, at some point in this life or another. Karma will fall hard on the Rich and Powerful, that have drank of so many peoples Blood, Pain and Deaths, like it was a cheap wine, while waxing fat on the profits of Their Useless Wars.
TDK
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