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| 435. No Ground No ground was given or taken On that miserable summer day Ten thousand died without claiming victory Two leaders wanting things their way When the soldiers retrenched they scratched their heads The warriors of both sides filled with remorse It was then that they contacted each other And set about charting a new course In a strange twist of fate they shook hands They joined forces and took control Packing up their weapons they marched home Each heading to their capitals they did go Their leaders were surprised to see the uprising Each ordering their militia to attack Needless to say the citizen soldiers scattered When they realized they’d never return back In great triumph each army took their capital Their leaders scurrying to find safety Shortly thereafter peace spread everywhere Making things as they should really be Though this is fiction should it be so Young men sent to die for foolish pride What would happen if the armies wanted peace Exchanging war to join each other’s side |
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