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Realisation.
The mist settles round... and the clouds are passing by,
There seems not a sound, could disturb this breaking day.
But a footstep pushes down, upon the thickened mist,
Then another, and another, i can't percieve what all this is...
Another footstep, a hunderd more, all clatter upon the ground,
It seems a battle shall commence, for i see soldiers all around.
A man on horse gallops to the front, and shouts in booming voice,
"My men, it's time... Draw arms..." It's seems they have no choice...
"Foward men...", he bellows, and the men begin to march,
and one by one they all obey... 'til this man he shouts out... "CHARGE!!"
A hundred horses and a thousand men all run toward a hill...
But what is this, upon the hill... more men, all standing still.
"Take aim...", i hear a small voice cry... then "...FIRE!"
And arrows fly into the sky, and get higher... and higher...
They fall upon this army... and 10 men all fall face first,
The deaths of battle have started now, for those wounds cannot be nursed.
"FIRE!" again the voice doth cry, and this time the men take cover,
but still more lives are taken, why do they fight eachother?
They charge again... up this hill once more,
And another strained voice screams out the word... "WAR!"
The men upon the hill come down to meet with raising arms,
crash and clatter when they finally meet, and there is nothing less than harm.
So much blood is spilled and lost, so many lives are taken,
Then a man falls from his horse, thier leader if i'm not mistaken.
To many men lost, and too much to lose, they retreat away for now...
But they may return another day, when they've gathered they're moral,
And once again the mist settles round, and the clouds still pass on by,
And once again there is not a sound, and it begs the question why...

Why is it that the Earth... will not be changed by what we do?
Why is it that 'tis only us, that fight, although we knew...?
That death could come and men would fall, on to earth which will remain...
And that nothing said, and nothing done, will rewind such a bloody game.
So why do we fight, why on earth do we kill eachother from day to day?
Perhaps we should take care of eachother... it's just a thought...

But i think you know what i'm trying to say!

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