Two counties fight.
Two faiths rage war.
Each has a reason
sound and strong,
Both think they are in the right
And probably, they most
certainly are
To think that war is
not wrong.
Is then being right
the poisonous germ,
That kills and destroys
our rightful peace?
Of what use then is this
delinquent sperm,
That grays our right
to infinite bliss!
If being right
pollutes and corrupts the air,
Being wrong then is correct
and fair.
It’d null the weapons,
denounce the war
To deliver history’s most
insistent scar.
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