“So help me God!”-one man have said.
“Allah Ahbar!”-yelled out another.
They’ve chose to fight until one’s dead,
Without pity for each other.
And so they fought throughout the years,
And prayed their gods to vanish foe.
They fought with bloody scars and tears
For their war has brought much woe.
The reason for their fight was pure,-
One did not like the other’s faith.
But death’s decease without a cure
And there’s no herb to heal scarred grace.
And then, exhausted, with last breath
From wounds which they received in battle
They saw their lords say – “What a mess,
Be born a man, but die like cattle.”
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