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 once upon a time

It's easy to sleep on another man's wounds
 living in legends, dying in folklore.
Never seeing or feeling the reality
of pain and bloody death.
Folklore is clean, sterile
Gently laying down the book
So much easier than holding a dying comrade.
Or staunching the blood from your own wounds.
We can simply take on the platitudes of politicians.
Their lies are easier to absorb.
It's simpler than tending to another man's wounds.
You can talk, talk about great deeds
Though you will never walk alongside heroic comrades
Nor feel their sadness and their families' grief.
Folklore you have lived through
Never realising those legends are ordinary men and women.
Refusing to accept the slights and wrongs of foreign merchants.
Men who declare their right to steal by government decree.
defied by todays legends refusing, to 
sleep on another man's wounds.

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