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of wars



soldiers of all nations and times lie in death's
 comradeship after past battles well fought
while the world keeps on turning having
learned nothing from those lessons taught;
war is fought for leaders
who know after wars' end
that yesterday's enemies
soon become tomorrow's friend.
and that dead comradeship
that lost band
will lie in unmarked trampled graves
forsaken and forgotten in contested lands.

each new generation
those innocents in life
can be called any time
to fight their leaders' strifes;
and the god if it exists,
if  it was ever there
in conflicts fought in its name,
shows not the slightest care
as the sacrifice continues
and those of all sides die
to be walked on in distant futures after
rich blood feeding  ground where they lie.


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