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War of Wars
Contributed by
Wesley_Dale_Willis
on
Wednesday, 19th February 2003 @ 12:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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The death of wars where we are dead,
Where battle raged upon the mud,
Our flag was tattered torn and bled,
Between our death of soil an blood.
The foe in life of breathless sleep,
And silenced death of death it wakes,
I hear my family laugh,and weep,
In war of wars my life it takes.
Where soldiers fall in war must lie,
With loss of breath,and death is near,
Unknown to whom alone and die,
The death of life it kills my fear.
Forgotten memory soldiers face,
To die,and free the freedoms war,
The death of men is not in grace,
Return to home,and fight no more!
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Re: War of Wars
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by ladyfawn on
Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 08:04:02 PM AEST
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| great write, love this, so well done:) |
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Re: War of Wars
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by sicknivesevered on
Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 12:28:23 AM AEST
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| Groovy. The little drummer boy would beat the hell out of this. |
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Re: War of Wars
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by deathdrop on
Thursday, 26th February 2004 @ 07:16:06 AM AEST
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| the war of life is full of problems, if you want to talk, i'm here. |
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Re: War of Wars
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by Wrybod on
Thursday, 26th February 2004 @ 01:25:33 PM AEST
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Please read my "Thank you Uncle Sam" on the same theme.
I lost schoolfriends, relatives and later comrades between 1939 and 1948.
Memories too personal to offer comment on this dramatic well written poem.
Dying is a lonely business, bodies like shapeless bundles of rags stinking in the sun, covered in flies.............
bob |
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