I know this feeling I know it well And on the day Which they did fell Red flag, green flag Blue and gold A story which remains untold The kettles boiling The birds have flown They match the letters on the gravestone Assassination, a cold surprise The bullet which we hide behind The red flower falls The deed is done But do we know who really won?
This poem is dedicated to W.A Pearce 1921-2007 βMy Granpop who I will always love, respect and rememberβ