a ballad of the soldier read aloud,
his chilling words froze over the crowd.
on his face, the scar of nights spent in the field.
while the fires melt the earth,
we wait for them to yield.
to the human spirit, a greater calling.
to the child unborn, all hope is falling.
he warned the people of blood's red in the sky.
he held the hands of the victims, set in their place to die.
they wanted better, they wanted more.
they wanted peace, and a life free from war.
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