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How it is - the sacrifice and duty of our noble vets - a rhyming poem. |
| Balking towards abilities. Pulse and latent enmity; Might involve the chest with ease. Noble source, reality. Decades later, choose belief; Lost are years and scars persist. Decisions made cause major grief, Visit meaning, pause that fist. Politics must drop the hammer. Noble warriors now aggrieved; All the chaos, filth, and clamor. A once proud flag will be achieved. Every person knows the part, Focused angels looking on - Time to make a gain, a start - All that history, days are gone… |