Battles only create death

great noise of war

the clash of steel

bitter stench of death

determined zeal

fighting for honour

the stakes are high

much is at risk

hear their battle cry

such fierce fighting

men fell down dead

the wounded groan

and rivers run red

all through the day

fighting goes on

right through the night

`till all were gone

as the sun rises

bodies everywhere

god rest their souls

please say a prayer

war solves nothing...just created pain and misery..!

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