Remembrance Day
By Jozay
The destruction of man is in our hands,
A brutal battle between the lands,
As the child sleeps, the mother weeps,
The angel of death slowly creeps,
Innocent people that have been harmed,
With no chance of being armed,
A fight they had no chance to win,
No excuses for this mortal sin.
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