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Soldiers sown in the field And bodies usually are the yield Bodies of strangers , friends and colleagues Leaving survivors with long lonely monologues Rendering life without taste or feel. In this clash of elephants The casualties include animals , civilians , even infants. That is to say but the least . Vultures gather in circles to feast On the remains of once beautiful living beings . Where then is the profit of war ? When rebuilding cost so much more Both humanly and materially .
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
War
Soldiers sown in the field And bodies usually are the yield Bodies of strangers , friends and colleagues Leaving survivors with long lonely monologues Rendering life without taste or feel. In this clash of elephants The casualties include animals , civilians , even infants. That is to say but the least . Vultures gather in circles to feast On the remains of once beautiful living beings . Where then is the profit of war ? When rebuilding cost so much more Both humanly and materially .
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
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