Poetry

War

By 8th October 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

Evening calm, evening still
Is this a time, a time to kill
War means nothing but cold death
Relatives lay a poppy wreath
Memories always linger on
Remember them with a song
Sing their praises, sing their plight
Let’s never again have to fight
War means nothing but great pain
Never let them fight in vain

Wendy Shone

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