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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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Yes, a terrible waste. Good write N.
thanks appreciated
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