Some thoughts after watching a doc about War

War is a Brothel of Brothers Bombs Bathing in Blood (I know very little of) In war the men visit home and impregnate the women leaving a mark, a semen signature, before signing back to battle .where they sign again with blood

,I was conceived during the long dark night of the war .and was born in its aftermath, at dawn

.I have no brothers, I’ve never visited a brothel, I never took a life

.But war runs through the veins of men. It’s been programmed into our DNA .Our wives provide us with a temporary safe haven at night, a brief orgasmic promise, and flesh meat for the wars to follow