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We forget more wars than we fight,
and sooner the warriors, who fade from the Light;
and the stories we tell,
those who stood, those who fell,
go gentle into Dylan's Good Night.
War as much as seek peace.
Inherit the earth, or fight for a piece.
Wherever we dwell,
Heaven, Earth, or Hell,
our Fate, always war, always peace.
So beat the sword to a plowshare,
and harvest the fruit for feast days;
but when the foes come
to devour your young,
beat plowshares into swords and fight.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2023
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