Let the swords clash
Brother against brother
Father against father,
The only thing prevailing -
Mothers of nature.
A field of poppies
A field not too far
A field that lingers hope
Beaconing out to the widowed wife
She'll not be keeping her door open much
Before that cowardly man enters.
She will fancy her chances against
the barell outstretching.
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