War
It's that time again, when battles start, when screams are heard. It's time for war.
Souls depart, they are heaven bound, 'cause bodies that were, they are no more.
A day of firing, multi-thousand rounds.
What have we gained? Just 10 yards of ground.
A nervous mother with child at breast, waits for the post with baited breath.
Is the news it brings her good or bad? Will she shout with joy? No, this letter is sad.
Oh, can we hope for better things? A world of love and the peace it brings?
Will gore and mud where soldiers trod, become ever green, when tended by God?
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