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From Swords to Plowshares


A field of crop
once a battlefield-red
now feeds a remnant -

They that survived
young given up lives
so this plot of land

Might remain sovereign,
fly its flag
and export its blood-bought grain.

 

 

— crypticbard, Jan 23, 2008

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Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

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purplemoondoll

18 years 4 months ago

I really like the way you

I really like the way you have captured the spirit and the story - albeit a snatch of the story - in so few lines. Its a theme I can relate to. Love the form and the way you have written this. I really look forward to seeing more of your work. Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
whitetea

whitetea

17 years 9 months ago

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Especially here in the U.S. where we got a lot of the land by wiping out the Native Americans, this is something that makes me very sad. You begin to wonder what the prosperity is actually worth after a point.