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Mark Bell
Poems
Nov 2017
Cannon fodder we were
Time to die
Into the black
Going forward
No turning back
Shattered bones
Streams of red
we the sacrificed
We're blindly led
I had no religion
I had no flag
I had no poppies
In my body bag
Time to die
Into the black
No more going forward
I cannot turn back
Obituary in tutorials
Named on memorials
There's no glory in war
Just death.
Written by
Mark Bell
Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)
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