Seasons At Arms

Athis is a poem I made up about seasons in conflict.i hope you enjoy😄!!

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2. Seasons At Arms

Most seek refuge from lands afar,

They're  the cleverest by far,

But for those who stay,

All they do is sleep it away,

For none are brave enough to trace,

Or even look at it in the face,

And the foolish are lured into the trap,

Of the propaganda fun placed into their lap,

But be warned when the cycle grows worse,

For it's the mother's curse,

All she can do is watch,

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