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By little_blue_man Date: 2001 Sep 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.24.14.28.18685]] |
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Hear the call across the fields It echoes off the hills and trees Through the thick smoke A truce is desired An invitation to sit Swords sheaved As men let us reason and heal the wounds Yet amid the call for openness Dark secrets squirreled away Dirty deeds Dirty deals In the shadows Seen out of the corner of my eye Venomous whispers my ears detect Echoing from the past Here now in the present It is assumed I don't know But I do Hear the stories of old soldiers The Nazis would continue to fire While waving a white flag Bullets are whistling past my head even now Rivaled only by the shouts of those shooting at me As they call for peace all the while |