War of Roses

Riddled with discarded litter and recycled words
Their empty voices bark on battle lines redrawn.
Unarmed cannons blast smoke and fire from tired muzzles
Constantly realigning and gauging range. Their strange.
Generals dance in a diplomatic two-step that tests
The mettle of those too tired to rest before it starts again.

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