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| 420. The Distance The wind danced lightly upon my skin As the rising sun warmed my face The world around me was quiet and still A moment in time enjoying God’s place No stress or conflict were here right now A bird whistled its morning call Drops of dew spilt from tender leaves Man would never understand the beauty of it all For in the distance arose the sound of humanity The clanking of steel upon sullen ground Creatures fell silent as man approached The noise of war makes a hideous sound The heat of battle burned my face Smoke blanketed out the sun’s soothing rays Dew was replaced by sweat and blood Nature’s beauty lost in chaotic haze In minutes man’s hubris had passed by The wind blew with the stench of war Man’s destruction now hid in the sky We won the battle but at what cost No care taken as we packed and went away We left our scars and wounds upon the earth Mankind once again doing as we may |
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