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War Days

Gone past, are those of best of days in vain; The thought does surge, me through the total pain; Of once we're covered lands, now stand Blood Rain; Earth cries, in hopelessness, as beauty slain; To me you tell this, waged War great, what gain?

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Date: 5/20/2020 10:01:00 AM
What gain indeed? Your poem raises an important question.
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Date: 5/20/2020 10:16:00 PM
The only gain is a War Trophy, and beneath it, lies hidden the cries of families and of nature. Thanks for the comment though.