Guns and Roses

Uniforms are stained with blood.
There is no white flag
To admit that the others have won.

Stubbornness is common
But why now?
Especially when it's costing us
Both men and women.

This feud is insane.
It's not even our game.
Guns and roses
Are beautiful but only in music.

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