(Work In Progress: Memorial Day)

She came down from Heavens Pearly Gate,

Waving the peace flag over war torn battlefield,

Battle chiefs meet, Generals gab over tooth worn cigars,

Brokering peace over broken lands,

Giving way to hate filled warlords,

Terror runs rampant again,

As the world turns its back,

And faces new tribulations,

The rich playing games,

With the poor mans sons.

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