Can you

Can you hear the cannons thunder
Can you see the armies storm
Can you blood hear pounding in your head
Can you feel the weapons shudder
Bringing havoc to the world

Can you see the fields around you
Can you smell the bodies foul
Can you hear the crows are feasting
Here trees will long not grow
As pain and tears and blood mix with mother earthens mud
poision brings it to the flesh

The dead are long forgotten
the war came to no end
just other fields are rotten
and other lives bent.

We rise again and ever again
to only beat us into the mud
as if we want to get back
from where we once become.


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