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Ruth Annie Macmain

The war had begun
The bloody battle
The air was filled
With screams of death
And cries of war

When the outcast came
The war was won
As I walked onto
The blood stained field
I looked upon the earth

I looked upon the gravestones
Atop the bodies that lay beneath
I cannot think but just remember
What the gravestones represent

I now live on what used to be a street
And wonder when I'll have a home
A sunset so beautiful makes me forget
Even knowing I'll always remember

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