The Battlefield

The battlefield is filled with mistrust and uncertainty.
the sword of disrespect is owned by the one claimed to be so.
They fight here and there bringing each other down.
Their swords are their worst enemy.
No mercy or consideration, satisfaction, and gratitude were never a sword they owned.
The lion is feared by many yet the sword of demand goes unheard.
There is no roar, no rule.
The field is never empty for they are always there.
The branches stick to the tree, yet the leaves fall.
Bottles spilled, pillows thrown and words were spoken.
The sword of them all unmatched.
For they require what they can not give.
The eyes of a lion untamed.
The ears of an elephant spread wide.
Their battle still continues.

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