Through the haze of memory
I recall our ancient world
Before we became who we are
We had to pass through
turmoil
Innocence lost,
A crushing blow
Took years to recover,
Hatred finally purged
All that remains are the
scars
They serve as a reminder
Of the war which almost
killed us
The battle lines drawn in
blood
Today we honor our premature
dead
By resolving to never let it
happen again
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