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Wars of Nobody

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

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