Poems.

Battle Scars.

We've been fighting this plight,

almost finally can see the light.

Through the fight, I've learned,

how much for peace we've yearned.

Our perfect weapon,

was but, knives and pens.

I've given my all,

they couldn't break down a wall.

Signed the treaty of peace,

maybe we'll stay at ease.

Battling was rough, hard,

yet, you could still hear the bard.

Their hands had killed,

our blood was spilled.

With our victory,

we've gained prosperity.

Much perspiration,

now for the inspiration.