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Sunday, February 21

Upon a Hill

Upon a hill, young men died
As battlefield ballistics clarified
When the afterworld breathed new life.

For upon that hill, a battle engaged:
Crimson colored pools
Drank the blood of the brave.

Rotted bodies became the terrain;
Their coffin, the earth where they lay.
Life exchanged for political gain.

Upon a Hill by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse