Historical Carnage
There were many misty eyes
as histories' witnesses young and old
littered muddy fields beneath the skies
their silent forms now lacking soul
Cold sorrow warmed their sacrifice
left on borrowed ground
that embodied the ultimate price
for their pursuit of conquest unfound
Many personal dreams perished that day
bravery died with rifle in hand
and now forever remain in a youthful way
sightseers of history in a shredded land
Lost souls on foreign soil now sleep
as muddy trenches mark their burial ground
the price of invasion was much too steep
for the eternal hell they found
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