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This Is War

The sun rises over the wretched trench.
Barbed wires line the way.
Shattered bodies and rounds of shells,
Fill the air with a ghastly stench.
The Reaper lay await for this harvest day,
Distant churches rung their death knell.
The sound of shots ringing,
Shatters the sleep of the dormant vale.
The rain of fire seems never to end,
The earth lies barren with no life clinging!
All the peace and serene locked in a gaol.
A remenant scar not lost in time's bend.
The pain, anguish and agony,
Never leaves the hearts of many.
Some mourn for the lost near and dear,
Some mourn for the peace,
We seldom cherish and cheer.

poem by Vivian Thompson
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