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European Union

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day
of the eleventh month came the peace:
for a battered and shattered Europe
came at last a time of release.
To  the victor goes the spoils
and also, remember,
to the victor goes the deciding.
of the terms of the surrender;
terms so punitive and harsh
that another twenty years more
and the world was plunged again
into the Second long World War.
Lessons learned that time,
so after all the destruction
a working together and
cooperation in reconstruction.
A near united Europe now,
alliances formed and made
initially under the guise
of an area of free trade.
An alliance now creaking
under financial strain,
populations  reeling
under financial pain
but thanks to the alliance,
maybe because it is there,
peace on the continent
almost everywhere.
In spite of the bureaucracy,
the duplication and waste
of a cumbersome creation
not to all nationals' taste,
that peace has held. Now
more than fifty years long
and the multi headed
creation struggles on an on.
The eleventh hour of the eleventh day
of the eleventh month of every year,
as well as remembrance and tribute, now
celebrates a union still at peace and here.

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European Union