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Poem: The conflict between the Zebak and the peoples of the west seemed to be without end. Yet amongst all this bloodshed, a desire for peace existed.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 69 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7667929
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Cycle of Conflict
Whenever we meet face to face,
There's weapons in our hands.
Always the subject of our meeting,
Ownership of western lands.
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Must we dwell on differences,
Can from conflict we refrain?
Can't we find some similarities,
Some things that are the same?
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Perhaps there can be harmony,
But now on plains we fight.
Both under the light of sun,
And the gaze of night.
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