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Consequential Gains
The world goes round
In its own predicted way
Paradoxes appear
Every single day.
It’s a sad fact of life
Science advances more
Not in time of Peace
But in time of War.
The frontline medic
Improvising in strife
Devises a technique
That saves civvies life.
The battlefied advances mean
More wounded Veterans live
Scraping an existence on aid
Governments grudgingly give
The pacifist protester
Has his wounds healed
By those techniques
Born of the battlefield
The world still spins on
Day by day by day
Somehow we survive
In our own peculiar way
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Consequential Gains
Consequential Gains