Brother against brother, they say, In King Philip's War's dismay. Tribes divided, loyalties torn, In battles fought from dusk till morn. English colonies

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Brother against brother, they say,
In King Philip’s War’s dismay.
Tribes divided, loyalties torn,
In battles fought from dusk till morn.

English colonies felt the strain,
As alliances waned and waned again.
A bitter conflict, hard and raw,
Leaves scars in history’s ancient maw.

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