(Destiny in a drop of sunlight
Breaking through the fear of the night)
War in bricks and the ruins of Rome
Unsettled peace in the boys sent home
Stirring the dust, helicopters shot down
Searching through dust, bloodied bullets are found.
Beautiful dichotomy of enemy and friend,
Twisted idolatry of money, country, and men.
Brothers in arms on both sides of the field,
The killing won’t stop til one side will yield.
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