
The scene before me has not changed
Wars held here over centuries
Empty now of canons, blood of the young
All decayed and disappear from time to time
Seeping into the space.
The hungry ground is waiting
For there is always another war
The dreams of peace ceased by tyrants.
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Awesome! Very nice poem! ❤
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