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The Ballad of Civil War (a poem of the BoSH)
The sun had set on golden times
A tale is told within these rhymes
Gone are warriors of great renown
Those who remain are beaten down
And so at last it came to pass
The Clan no longer, a single mass
But cleaved in two, and torn away
The unity of a brighter day
On one side stood, those who still see
Redemption through continuity
Patient and sanguine, is how they strive
To be, their hopes still stay alive
On the other side, a firey crowd
Their words are sharp, their voices loud
A path of change, to them, the answer
The status quo, is but a cancer
Both sides are true, their cause the same
And yet their words, now cause disdain
Passion united, a powerful thing
But when divided, civil war it brings
Those who regard, this woeful tale
Might wish to know, who will prevail?
That answer, not within these lines
It will only come, in different times
The true question, that one should ask
And face the answer, a daunting task
Is which side in, this troubled age
Stands for the Clan, with righteous rage
The answer, not within this part
Of this verse, rather, in your heart
Is where you’ll find, the correct plan
To support, as a loyalist to the Clan
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