Tens of Thousands of Soldiers

for Fred Long

Tens of thousands of soldiers in armies march across the earth: they are futile, doomed: they are emissaries of hate:
A single man lies sick on a bed in a little room in a big city: he is resistless, invincible: he is an emissary of love.
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