swirls in bilowing clouds
about the masses
as yet devoid of shrouds
They stop, fall back
with each bombs roaring blast
the shattered glass
the Dead are siffening fast
A rifle barks
Another soldier falls
The sirens scream
echoed on prison walls
That's how it is
thats how its meant to be
we're far away
It's naught to you and me
Two tribes at war
as they have always been
Choose Orange lily
or a sham of Green
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