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A scarlet tinge for the muted room
People beaten by tools of war
Stand together, forgotten in law

Anxiety and anger purge my heart
This beats to the soldier’s steady march
Into battle we must go
Our general shouted, we moaned and groaned

My conscience took my by the hand
Or cowardice I turned and ran
Murdered by our former friends
Comrades lives now loose ends

A shell amiss, an ‘honourable death’
The recollection of quickened breaths
The flicker book of Sundays passed
A life that was meant to last

Respect upmost those who fought
Let them occupy your thoughts
I’m not the mean and selfish kind
These people will always fill my mind

I loved my life, I treasured it
Now memories come back in bits
We marched in battle, four by four
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Dead of the war
Date: Sunday, 1st March 2015 @ 12:54:02 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: thepoet353897

The dead of the war stand in gloom
A scarlet tinge for the muted room
People beaten by tools of war
Stand together, forgotten in law

Anxiety and anger purge my heart
This beats to the soldier’s steady march
Into battle we must go
Our general shouted, we moaned and groaned

My conscience took my by the hand
Or cowardice I turned and ran
Murdered by our former friends
Comrades lives now loose ends

A shell amiss, an ‘honourable death’
The recollection of quickened breaths
The flicker book of Sundays passed
A life that was meant to last

Respect upmost those who fought
Let them occupy your thoughts
I’m not the mean and selfish kind
These people will always fill my mind

I loved my life, I treasured it
Now memories come back in bits
We marched in battle, four by four
We are the dead of the war

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