poem 29

by dog e relaford

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peace on earth would be nice but who wants to pay the price? if heroes never went to war what would a story be for? no more enemy faces in the dust no more triumphs of the just all your toy soldiers would go back in the box if peace talked the sun would come up every day in its usual way and the clouds would drift around occasionally watering the ground and the sun would go down over the sleepy little town but who would sit enraptured at tales of maidens captured and rescued by warriors bold epics that never grow old if the drums were never heard to arouse the slowly chewing herd next poem