Sleepy town woke up to dusty dawn
To deafening rumble an roar,not a sign of fear
But indeed War had come
Men were paid to pave
Paths to pestilence an' pain
thick with stench of the slain
There lay in ruthless neglect
upon a soaked red earth
the dying limbs of green friends
As they grew black of death
Man's monster machines
played on,their game of destroy
The tree of thousand years
lay in a mangled heap
no one to mourn or weep
Of love,war and peace it
had had many stories to tell
but for the blade of man
whom it once let breathe
To deafening rumble an roar,not a sign of fear
But indeed War had come
Men were paid to pave
Paths to pestilence an' pain
thick with stench of the slain
There lay in ruthless neglect
upon a soaked red earth
the dying limbs of green friends
As they grew black of death
Man's monster machines
played on,their game of destroy
The tree of thousand years
lay in a mangled heap
no one to mourn or weep
Of love,war and peace it
had had many stories to tell
but for the blade of man
whom it once let breathe
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