Here and there,
Strewn are found
Many a dead soldier,
Remains of a battle
Fought to protect
The rights the living insist.
Drop by drop,
The dark rain falls
Upon the grass and trees
And a broken wall
Stands to guard
New and tender leaves.
An angry fire
Blazes on
To heat the cauldron,
No one cares, no one dares
To calm the fire
To heal the senses singed.
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