The image contains white text on an orange background. The text is a poem that reads: The sky is beautiful at sunset, Painted in shades of red. But sometimes I wonder How much of that color belongs to the dead. How many lives must be sacrificed Before the heavens are clean once more? Let sunsets be crimson because of love, Not because of war. The fallen soldiers will not return. No sky can bring them back to us. So we watch the evening burn in silence, And a tear rolls gently down the face. in Unknown, Unknown

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Jul 28, 2026, 9:00 PM

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The image contains white text on an orange background. The text is a poem that reads: The sky is beautiful at sunset, Painted in shades of red. But sometimes I wonder How much of that color belongs to the dead. How many lives must be sacrificed Before the heavens are clean once more? Let sunsets be crimson because of love, Not because of war. The fallen soldiers will not return. No sky can bring them back to us. So we watch the evening burn in silence, And a tear rolls gently down the face.

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