The civil war, is so surprisingly strong
Its guerilla warfare, is taking its toll
The bloodshed and its wielding sword
Is bound to take lives as it goes on
The republic is near, to downfall
The dream it had, in constant debate
The politics boiling, with sweet words
To deflect interests away from reality
The terrain was rocky, mountainous, and desserty
The pressure of a soldier, the stress it summoned
It felt as if the enemy was waiting, by their cheek
With a scythe and a grim, with a reaper’s grave
It seemed as if it ended here, with no beginning of a new era
But the soldier worked through caution, as if to bring in hope, the bridge to success
It gave him peace, in an unusual way
The irony of it, which dissolves in pain
To fight for the republic, to stay in reign
Was his call, to protect until death
Through the reasons, as it went
He came across a dear quest
The peers around him, with no reasons, but just smiles
Or as it seemed only to him
In the wake of his being
To keep his peers to focus on the reign
He kept his keep
With just smiles as a wall from shrouding the goal at stake
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Wow, what a deep poem! Mommy
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