He fought alongside
The idealists
Those loyal
To dead kings
And the crown
Deep in the trenches
Of battle
Buried in the same ground.
A bullet has no
Special preference
Be you a mercenary
Or the unpaid
Who fight for
The fields
And the valleys
Both in the same grave laid.
They fight for freedom
Denied them
By dictators
The madmen who rule
They dream of a day
Never coming
Just another leader
Heading the same way.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Yes, a terrible waste. Good write N.
thanks appreciated
Deeply poignant and applicable to all ages it reflects a dark truth that man has not evolved too far from ape and that the equality of death is the justice that nature meets out. A fave
most kind, thanks appreciated
You are welcome
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