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In fields of battle, where the dead do lie
The cries of victory, a hollow sigh
Leaves only ashes, where once there was home
The drums of war, a distant beat
As armies clash, with blood to seal
Their cause, a noble dream, a noble fate
But in the end, what is the cost of hate?
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I love the words "what is the cost of hate?" --- very thought provoking poem, thankyou for sharing xx