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and there's finally peace in our hearts, now that they have ceased. |
no longer the cadence of marchers that rocked us to sleep |
in the night. |
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we're now ready to live infinitely, after we've died. |
we're now seeing the stars closer, without even the eyes |
of a child. |
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where are the murmurs in our ears and power in our limbs, |
when deafness surrounds us, and we're lying here very still, |
out of sight. |
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our loyal commanders may have ordered us off to war. |
but if our mothers had known they could have taught us much more |
than to hide. |
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our fathers were so proud to see their sons que into lines. |
when they read that each of us has fallen due to great lies, |
they grew tired. |
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flags waving over the scene of new cadavers serene. |
no longer hubris means much to soldier, sailor, marine, |
without life. |
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out in the streets they now will break down the shackles of chains. |
yet when we were ready to live their hate blew out our brains, |
to our graves. |
