About how fates can be so different, yet be so similar, its about realising that theres two sides to every conflict and story


Brothers in spirit but not in blood/

born in the these same fields/

seperate paths that lead to the same war/

one against the other/

brother fights brother


Children wish for fertile lands/

green bliss amongst this harsh sand/

but although guns are cocked/

and loaded for battle/

they march under different banners


Both dead/lying amongst the ruins/

blood split in a pointless fight/

gun fire shoots back and forth/

like flares of sun across the night


Mothers curse not either side/

for in reality they are the same/

but they curse their childrens' masters/

their madness is all to blame

The End

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