Fussing And Fighting

All the fighting
Going nowhere
All the struggle
Many forebear
Never knowing
Where it leads us
Does it solve
Or merely grieve us

Fighting on
Condemn each other
Did the boy
Not have a mother
Was the father
Only present
Was he missing
Was he absent

Who's to blame
Who's expertise
Will shed a light
And needed breeze
Clear the air
Of every folly
Smoke of war
Does mask the volley

Carry on
The 'stainless' banner
Clutch it tightly
In all manner
Never drop it
Never stop
Is it progress
Should we not?

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