Wars are fought and won on two fronts
At home and on the battle line.
Both are equally important
When war consumes our heart and mind.
The generals are plotting a life game of gamble
There's time for anger, there's time for greed
With missiles in the silos and bombs in the air.
The time shall be lost for planting the seed.
Russia's attack brought us to full war
With death, pain, and separation.
All who endure will be truly aware
Of their sacrifice for nation.
By Tom Zart
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