War fields

The war fields that carry the smell of blood; a soldier's blood,
Call out for more,
They've relished their thirst a thousand times,
Yet quench for more.
But look at our patriotic saviours,
They care about nothing but their nation,
Ready to relish the thirst of the badlands 
for yet another thousand times.

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