Earth and land are restless,
Sea is in dismay,
Heavens watching silently,
In wait for evil days.
The plague of war is brewing,
In the hearts of mortal men.
Those who often begin wars,
Now do so once again.
And even though the needs for war
Are not the views of all.
It is because they love their home,
They come at leader's call.
And so the soldiers march, "post haste!"
With hopes of victory.
And as of yet, not one can glimpse,
This war's futility.
With thoughts of heroes, the soldiers
march,
To battle, with readied guns
But war is not what they've been told.
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