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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