The shooting was avid
Amid the night’s crystal charm
And the foot soldiers wounded
Still wished once to harm
The people were ignorant
As the war still rolled on
And the night cried defeat
Wishing violence be gone
No questions were asked
Not a single word wondered
And the tears of the night
Led to storms, rolls of thunder
The ones who had lied
At once were all known
And the hands which shed blood
Were too fast overthrown
The souls who had taken
In greed and in lust
Were washed out by the river
Left only for dust
Neither devil nor angel
Nor hypocrite was found
For the books of the holy
Were left to rot in the ground
The people knew not
Of a fate so unkind
Believing Mother Earth
To be out of her mind
The armies were strong
But the war took its toll
And no thief could be found
Nor ill-tempered soul
The battle cries echoed
Through the blood covered hills
As guns, knives, and fists
Hunt thirsty for kills-
“A drink for the battle!
A drink for the fight!
A drink for the army!
A drink for the night!
A drink for my enemy!
A drink for my friend!
And a drink for the ones
Who won’t make it to the end.”
But no murder could prosper
No man out to kill
No thief or no hypocrite
No soul of ill will
For as the sun rose at dawn
After the night long and bloody
Few souls were left standing
On the ground torn and muddy
The uncovered graves
Were as thick as the norm
And the fragile few fellow
Who weathered the storm
Soon looked up in awe
At the hill shadowed light
At a brave band of soldiers
Who had refused the fight
They raised high their weapons
Of peace and of rest
And knew none other method
To be put to the test
Their words were of wisdom
Showed their strong battle cry
And none of them worried
Nor lay down to die
And if you listen real closely
The shout is still heard
Of strong minds and strong pens
Splitting mountains with word
They sung it loud and clear
So the whole world would know it-
Long live!
Long live!
Long live the poet!
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