mowed down by the machinery of war.
Their bodies torn and mangled
fell on battlefields of a distant shore.
Their blood stained the earth
where they fell.
Their leaders looked down
from a lofty height,
then ordered more into the fight..
The loss of just one person,
is such a crime.
Therefore the loss of thousands,
cut short in their prime.
There is no words,
to convey the horror felt.
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