A War Going On

There's a war going on

In a place I've never been.

Where men are merely pawns,

And all are forced to sin.

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Their brother doesn't care,

He'd rather look away.

It would be too much to bear,

A distraction from his play.

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And yet he feels a thorn,

Embedded in his heart.

Where sympathies are born,

And where the seas may part.

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Imagining the just,

Among the beaten down,

Who swim against the flood

And refuse to drown.

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I do not know their names,

Their faces or their tongue.

Banished to the flames,

They were all too young.

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There's a war going on

Within my faculties.

Should I embrace the dawn,

And accept my duties?

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Whatever is the case,

I cannot make it out.

Brothers are merely mortal,

Our hearts are filled with doubt.

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There is no black or white.

Only shades of grey.

Standing in the twilight,

Between the night and day.

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