Afterwards
When the bullets had ripped through
Their glorious youthful bodies
Afterwards
When the victors took the field
Then pressed onward to the next fight
Afterwards
When the women and children had wandered
Picking through blood stained pockets
Afterwards
When the carnage was left for vultures
To feast upon with delight
Afterwards
When the thunder let loose
And the rainclouds mourned
Afterwards
A lone chicken was seen pecking
Along the broken road.
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