Atlas Shrugged

gazing at ground between his feet  he shifted  the world nearly tipped  the nations battled for the third time  lust bloodshed and cruelty  for the sake of their vanities  their governments religions and economies  he grew weary  their speeches of hope   made him groan  their battle cries  punctured his skin  their weapons of free radicals  …

War

  Few people understand the true colors of war. They think only of the colors of their flag, their banners, and the medals that come afterward. They don't understand until faced with that moment when morals become entangled with fear, and everything blurs red. I've seen it over and over again. Scars must form quickly …