Calm down canon plumes of war
Calm down
Go away painted clouds
Rise up smell of gun powder
Man's folly makes war
Let truce descend and heal the wounds
We self inflicted in war.
Calm down
Don't count on the losses of war
When truce matters,
A soldier narrates not his vantage position
Where an ambush dealt death to the enemy
Calm down
Joy newly returned
Is not certain where to settle.
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