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555. Stop The War

Stop the war was what they cried
Their cities were ablaze in sorrow
The smell of death filled the air
No hope of victory for tomorrow
The once proud and fearless troops were gone
Fallen fools to wishes of hapless glory
Ranks were replaced with those eager to shave
Mere seconds needed to read their lifetime story
The euphoria of victory lasted not for long
Though the enemy retreated at their sight
Territory consumed was soon vomited back
No match were they to retribution’s might
Soon it was that defeat pounded at the door
No salvation given to those who did protest
Reality takes new meaning when everything’s lost
The rationale for killing forgotten with one’s dying breath


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