| Long had they fought this forlorn war Around the trenches - fire and hide Run to safety - a hiding far from shore Leave the blood stained mud in its vile Lond had they fought this forlorn war Down in gardens down to death and yet more..... More in snow that covered the blood More in its grip, so icy cold, a frozen silvery flood Lond had they fought this forlorn war In the stingy summers, hot not warm In the waterless desserts they bore In the sun so wretchedly a fire and firm Long had they fought this bloody forlorn war And were it to stop, what would it be for? To see the ruins in blood and mud? To live next to dead bodies covered with worms? To freeze with no shelter in a forbidden dark place? To shrink amd burn in summer's face? To shutter forever in paranoya's grip? To madly remember,..... again,..... this forlorn trip? Say bye to your brother who suffered with you Farewell to others, just a humdred few Bye to your mother and siblings, too For no longer will you see them "very soon" The letters have stopped coming and why has life stopped? For a proudness of country in a dreaded war For you courage, stubbornness, glory, and triumph and devotion of life To a murderer's bloody knife? By: D.E.H. |
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