The Battle


So many lands won and lost
Without considering the cost
Lives cut short in their prime
Broken long before their time

No reason but greed or haste
Generations being laid to waste
Brutality and a lack of heart
Families broken and torn apart

No one wins, but many lose
When we make war and abuse
Why is it that it will never end
The guns of battle begin again

Stoic Poetry


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