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Belligerent thoughts cry out,
In pain of joyous victory.
As the echo of drums dies,
Only blood is heard running.

For the rivers have been tainted,
Fused with liquid life of men,
Where bullet shells are pleasantries,
No man's land has earned its name.

Trees now charred and ashen,
As the soil has stained crimson,
Dusk has turned to dawn
In the time of steel and greed.

Somewhere a mother cries,
Her tears just few of thousands,
For people in the nation cry with her;
Only they continue to fuel the conflict...