My existence is bequeathed to me by a blood red sunthe gaiety of youth and the Passiontide of friendship ‘s that have never cost me a penny…….. I am sick of Cosmopolitan indulgent choirs ……………Our Brave young in wounded hells listening to stagnate sympathies, living in pain unending. Ugly thoughts where the righteous are forsaken, […]
In the sea of grief I see the lone soldiers full of bloodless hope.They walk a vast array of spirit fields where human ruin faces fragile mirrors.There is a place beyond tears and solitary rain. Oh my friends never let the theatre of human endeavour fool you into thinkingyou can trust! “Love hide thy face!”
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I heard a newborn baby cry, I watched an old campaigner die, I asked myself why, why, why, I can’t get an answer,When the last man has laid down his gun, When my last serenade has come,When the last game has run, Into His glory day I want ancient wings, I want ancient strings, why? Because nobody wants to die Leave youth
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Crashing into the stench of gas, mud blood and human limbs everywhere, Ypres, the Somme, Passchendaele, strange Hells mingled with church bells, ‘Boy Tom’ and Archie forty foot between them, and forty foot away from an agony that blows human forms away with roll a dice luck. Shadows on a negative black and white horizon
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Across the fields of strange Hells, and blood red soil. In terror smoke and dread, walked Tommy Tinfoil. “Gone to be a solider mum, like my tin foil men!” Now the toy fort is in the attic, and will never be used again! “Your country needs you boy, or are you a coward?” With his
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