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In a time of pure chaos,
Let us remember our past-times,
As they unfold.
A fate that we all have to share,
Sometimes we all want to explode,
Possibly to reverse the pressure.
The c word is a nasty word.
It portrays an ignorance of a woman,
Set beyond her prime,
Her Optimus Prime.
When will we imagine what is lost.
The blood red fields of another life,
Anticipating the greed and sentiment,
Of boys and girls growing up without guidance.
The trenches of our society are dwindling,
Maybe next time we should open our eyes,
To a military barrage.
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Wonderfully done
Great poem! We must always remember the past!