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I found him
dressed in Emporer's new clothes,
for what its worth..he had a patriotic scarf
wrapped about his throat
it strangled him with seasoned word..
bless this lamb.. cost the King
a whole shilling to make a killing...
in a war to end all wars..
left ..right..left right..left..
moving forward..
there are no blue birds here !
only vulcher's gorging
on the bereft
son of England's flesh
love and mother's tears
can't satisfy the God of War
......only death....
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Hello Pauline...
FANTASTIC Write!
WOW!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
thanks Sparrowsong..my poem is short and sweet..not liking war..
Hi Pauline, beautiful poem on this day that the sons of English flesh remember and are remembered
Yes Nigel..bless all the souls who gave ultimately.. I wish for no war..no death for manic greed or insanity....but it won't happen..xx