Behind the tears the common ground betrays its hosts
by leaping forth like lucid dream or hoary ghosts.
Arrival of the new morn yields a heart that's torn
and with it born this self defeating act of scorn.
These bitter memories will remain a cursed stain,
and all shall feel the pain of a young soldier slain,
whose only crime was to know fear and suffer pain
from which, despite his needs he could not then regain.
So dawn arrives and military might contrives
to utilise and take one of so many lives.
And so the pendulum will swing a billion times
before our conscious minds will realise these tragic crimes.
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