Who’s left when the smoke plumes fade

When the trucks grind home

And the hate of day

Turns to floating embers?

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When scarred isles raise their banners of truce

When their roads are mended

Who will burn to fight on?

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Whose world will ignite

Beneath tomorrow’s red skies

As they’re drawn from the shade

Of their haunted fathers?

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Who will toll for peace

In the depths of war?

All who’ve lived in its wrath

Every full life plundered