The war happens because of those are wronged,
The men fight over something dumb.
The fields grow stained with a heavy red,
As footsteps march where the brave once led.
A clash of iron, a thunderous sound,
And shadows fall on the quiet ground.
They fight for flags, for pride, for spite,
Lost in the fury of the night.
And when the smoke finally clears away,
Only the silent scars remain.
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