Like sheep led to slaughter
We march upon the gates
A battle so distant
We can hardly see our fates
Away from pointless battle
A few will turn and run
Graze the face of death
To see this war cannot be won
Break the bonds of condition
Of all the slaves and masters
Then around us you will see
All that they were after
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A Peek Behind The Veil
PoetryA collection of poetry that takes a deeper look at life experiences.
