Settled Dust

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Where soldiers sing of calm
Where wars are fought for peace.
Where corrupt politicians talk about relief
Where enemies are not bitter
Where birthdays are celebrated in kill
Where twenty one is considered aged
Where blood is shed to embalm
Where tears are those of joy
Where the graveyard is ignored
Where the void is unfilled
Where the win is bawdy
Where the language is crude
Where the stakes raise high
Where children lose their fathers
Where wives lose their husbands
Where mothers lose their sons

Where the heretic smiles sardonically at the cheering crowds

"Well done. What a victory you have won."

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