Perseverance - by Zach
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Fear, pain, and anguish once covered these blood stained
fields.
It had dissappeared as much as wind does leaves
send.
These tattered, village people showed no vengant wood or
steel.
Not a person was sad, for there was always a smile to
lend.
Dance as they did, frowns from their worn faces for also had to
peel.
In their jovial movements did they happily move and
bend.
The whole nation now seemed crowded together,
But with their
merit shared the amount of room did not matter anymore.
Sadly half of the
village is no more from the war,
But still spirits raised with friends
and family galore.
The weapons are gone.
The swords and axes are
rusted,
And the bow and arrows are busted.
This mattered
none.
Peace to these people was a dream forever lusted.
But with
this peace, freedom had been finally won.
Dedicated to my best friend-
Niki Paradis