Two Armies

They stand to the left and to the right:
Two armies locked in an endless fight,
With banners of blue and those of red,
On the ground between, bloodied truth lies dead.

The smoke of battle - the fog of war;
No quarter given where might is law;
Attack! the order - a volley flies;
The air is rent with the scream of lies.

poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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