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After The Battle
After the battle all is quiet, all is still
Save for the caw and flap of cleansing crows,
Men turned to carrion lying stark, tumbled upon earth
Scorched by war
Broken guns point cloudwards like the fingers of the damned
Accusing the sky, asking why?
The smell of cordite pungent hangs still, shroud-like
Smokey tendrils attempt in vain
To veil the sight of this slaughter site from heaven itself
Rain starts to fall, nature weeps over the folly filled field
Her mournful breeze sighs
I gave you a beautiful fecund world to share
Is it not enough?
Save for the caw and flap of cleansing crows,
Men turned to carrion lying stark, tumbled upon earth
Scorched by war
Broken guns point cloudwards like the fingers of the damned
Accusing the sky, asking why?
The smell of cordite pungent hangs still, shroud-like
Smokey tendrils attempt in vain
To veil the sight of this slaughter site from heaven itself
Rain starts to fall, nature weeps over the folly filled field
Her mournful breeze sighs
I gave you a beautiful fecund world to share
Is it not enough?
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