Under the banner of Time
March the days and hours.
Boys, itching to announce them
With but their pace to condemn
As veterans, rant, to stem
Propoganda that sours.
A upotian force, or
For april fools arrayed?
Be informed of legacies
From the tricky Centuries;
Whose peaceful ploughshare entries
Back into swords are made!
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