Still aches the pain
The guns are silent. No more smell ofcordite, but we still search for a piece of the peace. You promised us bountifulness in order for us to refrain from training behind the train in the rain. The inclusive peace is illusive, though we search everywhere and anywhere. It's not under the Rock of Rages, left in the cleft where we signed the armstice. Whatever it takes we search, because of what is at stake. The peace we seek is nowhere to be found.
For us, alas, still aches the pain.
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