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 War Poetry



DonatePrivateId: 17010.02.2009
By:  GHKadmin  
The Night Before.
We sang the song down flat
And drank the musty beer
Knowing that
In these hearts of fear
We could be dead the morrow

Bullet bomb shrapnel hot
Or bayonet thrust
Matters not
When it is pushed
Into the flesh of sorrow

If we could change dear mother
Or give our place
To another
Of a different race
Then that time we would borrow

We came here full of hope
Muddy fields of France
Hard now to cope
In wars strange dance
If we could leave tomorrow

My teenage friends
Look and smile
They’ve seen terrible ends
In such short while
We could all be dead the morrow

Will there be a tear to dry
Down some lonesome track
Memories won’t die
For who never made it back
Maybe in some time tomorrow
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