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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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