"War in the east; war in the west."

"War up north;
war down south.
War, war,
rumours of war."

In the face of possible prophesy, I think about where we are headed, and I know these moments of consideration are late.

In war, there are no zones, only fronts. The damage will eventually reach you, somehow, if it hasn't already; you will feel it.

Only, please, don't be cynical! How many times can it be said that without hope, we truly have nothing? (As many times as necessary to convince and carry on.)

TRACK LISTING: Bob Marley & The Wailers, "War"