War in its specter appears
The thunder of a distant gun,
Loud and clear it can be heard
It’s been this way since time begun.
Tears of weeping mothers
Pain and sorrow on the land,
Lives lost in the battles
No one can understand.
Brothers and sisters torn apart
The cries of the wounded, fill the night,
Families ripped to pieces
The profane dichotomy of fight.
Hope in the future dimmed
The only thing they can see
Is another day of bloodshed
And more tears to set them free.
The thunder of a distant gun
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