Hearts and feet are heavy,

marching steadily on,

just not in the navy,

but still the lives are gone.

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A flower tries to grow,

pushing up through the earth,

but running to and fro,

cut short this lovely birth.

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When all values have left,

fights aren't for saving lives,

it is one final breath,

that brings end to demise.

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A light in the darkness,

silence instead of screams,

winner's side could care less,

of loser's hopes and dreams.