To Arms To Arms_cried generations now at rest.
For death is seen as best,
rather than to succumb
as victims to the way – of the victors of the day.
Clash of passions find
even families one against the other rant –
for grand causes upon which all depends –
long relationships upend.
Yet passions come and go
and with each cycle wisdom notes what was witnessed.
And with that wisdom vote to see direction set –
harsh passions now forget.
So all awoke and took
an early walk in air that’s fresh in a peaceful breeze.
All still free to debate another day –
with new friends now to be made.
(The Random Poet:120221
www.therandompoet.com)
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