FLOWERS GROW IN FIELDS SO GREEN

Flowers grow in fields so green, where in the past war was seen, Men shot to pieces by machines of fear, loved one’s left to shed a tear. Children left with desperate mothers, dead are the fathers, sons, and brothers. Many of them never found, bodies scattered ore the...

THROUGH THICK AND THIN

Through thick and thin, with shear pride, In war and peace we stand side by side. Still this day we stand so fine, Like those days gone bye of the thin red line. Like those before us we stood our ground When chaos prevailed, all around, Together as one, we protected...