sinking into the morass

The field wet with blood
From the battle
Of men sent to war
Neither side knowing why
They are simply chattel
And now they are gone
No one gaining
From all of them dying
The bones sink down
The land groaning
They'll be lost
Becoming one
With the land, the mud
And never knowing
Why they died

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