Red Line
There is a red line in the sand
they stand against it, hand in hand,
both face-to-face and toe toe-to-toe;
a grain that neither will forego.
It shifts, the sand, as winds do blow
but neither side will ever show
the kings and aces in their hand
blood has less value than the land.
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