Who wins

Grating nerves bound in concertina wire wringing hope from faithless generations.
Tempered touch of mothers upon cold lips retracting at deaths last kiss.
Generations of memories brought to bear on those living here.
Tender reproach over ageless denial in a fruitless plain.
What will each here in battle gain.
Shared plots of earth stones covered in blood.
No one will remain.
Who wins….
WAM

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