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Amanda Nov 2018
In a land of silent birdsong
Where happiness dies
And the living share the dead
With a community of flies
Where the explosions deafen the silence
And whispers of forgotten hope
Watch as fire welcomes the dawn
And float away like bubbles of soap
Too young to vote, but grown enough to die
Stand strong, stand true, their sergeant sings
So proud and brave they face the flurry
Of killing hornet stings
And as they charge across the killing field
They can’t know at that dark time
How their sacrifice would change
All the lives, ever after. That’s yours and mine

— The End —