No more War, the Maiden cried.
Brave new soldiers she would ignore
and pray they all, with love denied,
would shed the urge to march to war.
Die for Peace, the Kings decide.
We must choose priests, Sovereigns adore.
and seek to bless our countryside
with dead men downed on distant shore.
Another war! sad parents cried.
When War Gods call for sons once more.
we’ll just raise girls, true gender hide
for it's just men who march to war.
Dead for Peace, and earthworms glide
through flesh turned loam, from grisly gore,
but leave eye sockets opened wide
to tearless stare for evermore.
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