The Paradox of Strife
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The Paradox of Strife
In tempest’s wake, where thunder rends the air
A fragile calm may cradle earths’s scarred face
For war, though fierce, at times lays poison bare
And peace, like dawn, ascends from vi'lence’s grace
The sword, once forged to sunder bonds of trust
Becomes the plow that breaks the fallow ground
Yet shadows linger where the cannons roared
Each truce a thread spun thin by hands still bruised
What wisdom blooms from fields by blood restored?
What fragile treaties leave the soul confused?
Twin flames entwined—both war and peace endure
Their dance a wheel no mortal hand has curbed
So hist’ry’s page, inked red yet edged with light
Proclaims: From wrath’s harsh end, new births take flight
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