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- This is a poem, about:
- Dying for home.
- Peace to the fallen -
- Who's fam'ly came callin',
- Body resting with: loam,
- And Victory cotton,
- Stiff Uniform starch,
- With thirsty unparch.
- Best not forgotten:
- Soul opened to roam.
- Valiant and vexing,
- Powerful lessons,
- In some lifetime tome.
- The War to end all Wars,
- But not quite through,
- came World War Two,
- Who's ending due:
- Normandy chores, and
- Fissible cores.
- Let's not defame,
- 'Twas Change in the game:
- Avoid big red buttons:
- Not oil gluttons;
- Chase Commy VC's
- And WMD's.
- Change since Cain-
- Or very first rain?
- Millions in pain -
- Soon is it coming,
- war drums a drummin'?
- Will we see,
- W W 3?
- Praying for peace,
- well meaning troglodytes,
- Invite others to fights, to
- Defending our rights, with
- Camouflage kites.
- Thanks to those gone,
- Peace in our age,
- Present this page,
- Harmless as fawn,
- In this new dawn,
- Trading is sage.