Blood Feud
The battle well fought,
Blood drips from the blade.
Clans kill each other,
A grave history made.
Women and children weep,
Men driven by fear.
Prejudice handed down,
Death year after year.
The torch forever blinds,
The flame of hatred burns.
A sad lesson taught,
But no one ever learns.
With malice in their hearts,
The war will never end.
The righteous always rise,
To do it once again.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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