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Sep 2013
Live by the sword,
die by the sword.
Ancients words,
with a modern meaning.

Quiet soldiers,
afraid to speak,
stand at attention,
and receive orders to ****.

And what is evil?
Is it killing a man,
or the blood on your hands?
Or maybe the fact that you stand on sacred grounds.

A necessary evil,
maybe so.
But to go out and decimate,
the sacred lands of a million men,
just may be a bit unnecessary.  

They live by the sword,
only to die by the sword,
so why don't we?

We live by the sword,
but deny the sword,
when it is forced upon our throats.

We cry out ****** ******,
flailing our arms in the air,
as we arm ourselves for war.

Maybe it's time we realized,
we are no exception.

We live by the sword,
and so we shall die by the sword.

And it's only a matter of time.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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