Brothers

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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