Wreckage of War
Shots sprung from another nation,
A rampage of reckless rage
Firing at their destination,
The victims stuck in a cage
Shells fling back from enemy shields,
the soldiers ready for every attack
The initial spark a fire yields
Our country will always fight back
Innocent lives drop in the mix
Blood rains from cloudless skies
This land is the river Styx
No one has time for last goodbyes
The globe has shattered
it's cracked in two
We've lost all that matters
And are left with too few
When the war has almost ended,
and destruction lies in its wake
Our lives are all but mended
And we finally realize what's at stake.
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