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"To hell with peace," he cried, and then he went
To wage a brutal, distant, foreign, war.
"I'm tired of home," he lied, and then he spent
A lifetime in defense of man-made law.
Gone, gone are peace and home and prayer,
And gone is wealth, and gone is hope of fame.
At least he too now fades. Awake! Beware.
The wildest heart the world is known to tame.
Awake, beware, my sons, for many more
Will answer to these calls from foreign shores
And wander on 'till they, too late, deplore
Their destines which fate, at last, explores.
"To hell with peace," he said, and then he found
The peace he'd scorned, now welcomed, in the ground.
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