A ballad of family history,
Begone but not lost.
A bedraggled battlefield,
Brunted to the bones.

Brusque and bruised
Blatantly bloodthirsty.
With a brisk brink
To absolutely take advantage of.

It’s become benign,
Everlasting, out seeking.
With baulked negotiations
And bogus reconciliations.

These generations of hatred
And belated beheading of their enemies.
That hopefully these bloodsheds
Shall put an end to their adversities

written by M.A.B.D.O