I saw the winds,
the winds of those left behind.
The serene, the beautiful,
of the victors.
Filled with glory,
they ran with smiles,
and joy abundant.
But left behind,
were the defeated.
Drenched and soaked,
in a river of blood,
they slouched,
they slouched,
through bruises and cuts.
None but they know,
what they achieved.
In their eyes and those eyes,
They left behind stories,
told across generations.
For their motherland.
The victors and the vanquished.
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