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our Life goal

On the open fields across the river
Where the land is parched and sallow 
The patchy wild grass shake and quiver
When the northernly icy winds blow!!

The grassy fields have tales to tell,
Of heroes and the many dead,
Of blood, of flesh that painful yell
As they are felled by enemy lead!!

Man against man in evil spite,
Reasons why? They hardly knew!
Religion? politics? Who was right,
Knew not who, and why they slew?

In boats and floats they came ashore,
With boots and hat, in camouflage,
Young guns, staying close to the floor,
Fright On face as eyes engorge!

This was a job they were paid to do,
They were trained to kill or be killed,
No time to think or fate to rue,
But get the given tasks fulfilled.

The ruling men had rolled the dice,
And blew the horn for this crime,
Their words were bitter, cold with lies
Greedy for power, and to gain more dime!!

The truth is known from eons past,
That no country ever has won a war!
No gain is worth the lives that are lost, 
Or painful memories and battle scar!

Still battles rage on years on end,
Those ruling men with evil plans!
Not for values or morals to defend,
But to benefit their native clans!

Across the river on desolate land,
where memories hurt, eyes are wet!
Crying hearts await, a helping hand,
But history repeats, no answers yet!!

Since we replay the events past,
Many more tears may yet be shed,
In political rants, the truth is lost,
And for a greedy few, many are dead!

Can we ever end these terrible pains!
And learn to understand the inner soul?
From love and peace there’s much to gain!
Shouldn’t that be Our life’s goal?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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