The Fighters
Blood has been poured
since ancient
times and flooding a wild
sea.
Their fate is wrinkled
by a bloody sweat
and cheerful
tears.
The continuous, limitless
bloodshed waters
the delightful starlit
sky.
The bloodshed for nothing,
the bloodshed for nothing
Maybe for a small piece
of land or for a handful
of sheaves.
Everything will be with us,
nothing behind us.
An insatiable desire
burns his selfless ,lighthearted
soul, for power and glory.
He does everything in his
power to help them a lot.
His flowered
heart never prevents him
from doing his duty.
Sometimes the heavy, leaden
boot crashes ,sweeps
everything in its course.
Only a drop in the
ocean may create
a beautiful fruitful
coexistence.
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