13.4.2024
The rushing waves upon the Shore Remind of ages long before When armies clashed both day and night, Yet still at command they fight
Their leaders love the sounds of war Heralding death all the more. Of innocent souls they have no care, Evicting the enemy in his lair
Financially they look to gain Regarding not the soldiers pain Wealth and power and esteem The crown alone is their dream.
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