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Field of glory, graveyard of hopes, Shattered on ground with broken bones. Flags hoisted high, heads bowed down, Both cursed beneath the tyrant's sword.
This grim extermination and bloody shed, Is it truly worth the cold regret?The broken dreams and silent screams, The mother's weeps with future bleak?
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Ruthless fire, savage cry Echo the dead empty sky. Where hopes once cast a gentle shade, now silent children lie, betrayed.
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The nature of humans, turned cruel and ruthless To destroy and conquer, the given of God.
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Kindness blooms and fear has fled, From land, once stained the deepest red. Agitation fades and peace awaits, And once again, WAR O Humanity prevails.
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In the ballad of swords and screams, Doves circle skies in an empty dream; With gentle breeze they bring, the hopes of peace and hearts to heal.
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The nature of humansBorn kind and loving, To love, and be loved, the creations of divine.
The End Credits: writing: Alisha Nasim design: Alisha Nasim poetry previously published in Dyonyzine
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