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A lone crow circles above. A symbol of our sorrows. Ours and theirs. The war is won but at what price?I didn’t want to do this. My hands are now stained red. My Brothers and sisters lay bleeding beside me. Our blood is mixing with theirs. There is no winner here. Only sorrows and a lone crow circles us. All we wanted was freedom. Was that too much to ask? The sun that shines its light upon us as we slaughtered each other, is now hiding behind the clouds. The vast blue sky is sheltered by the gray clouds. The only sound for miles is the sound of sorrows, the tears, the yelling, the pleading, the sounds of both sides treating their injured, and burying their dead. One by one seven more crows show up. On both sides we see our dead brothers and sisters once more as they follow the crows somewhere that we can not follow at least not yet. Those of us left alive must start again. Neither side has enough to start again by themselves. We fought for our freedom and maybe theirs as well. The rain comes slowly. It wishes away the blood. Maybe it is telling them to let things go and start again. We wanted freedom they were told to fight. They look at us and they say two words. “Thank you”. In the rain we started again. Not Children that wanted their freedom and not children told to fight, But as a whole. A people that just want to live in peace.