This land was my land
It should be our land
My life in uproar like open fire
Your riders taunt me
Your bandits haunt me
A camp or village turned pyre
The plains are fighting
Their hounds are biting
You take me tired
No calls for peace or simple truce
We stalk at nightfall with clever ruse
Revenge is bittersweet and supple
The hatred lights up our bloody feud
We are elusive
While you are spiteful
What is "providence"?, and where are we?
We should share and learn to love
An eye for an eye makes the world blind
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War Rhymes
PoetryA collection of poems of different styles dedicated to the state of war and those it affects.
