Smoky haze, in the cold November air
to mark the day, cannons blare
the day the guns fell into silence
conversation began, an end to violence
No more we said, never again, how wrong we were
the guns went quiet, a lull in the fighting there
a chance to air some sense and let the violence cease
stop the blood from staining the lands, bring peace
With death they flirt, in this bloodstained dirt
the lives taken without thought, never forget the hurt
saw sense for the first time, as the end neared
the guns stopped firing, gunpowder filled air clears
Stand in silence like those weapons did
remember the loss, man created
remember the hurt we cause
the pain we bring
there are no "good" wars
lets shed a tear even if they sting
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle
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