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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Killers All?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now bugle boy what do you blow<br>Your trumpet pressed to your dead lips<br>I sound recall to let them know<br>this is the end of their hardships</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came as boys but died like men<br>From factories farms and mean back streets<br>They will not see their homes again<br>The brave young men whom death defeats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They answered to their country’s call<br>And donned their Khaki battle dress<br>And shipped to France where they would fall<br>by thousands in the wilderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Created by the shot and shell<br>turning the battlefield to mud.<br>Which drowned young soldiers where they fell<br>and drenched the earth with their hearts blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now poppies blow in Flanders fields’<br>The soil enriched by dead men bones<br>which has increased the harvest yields.<br>The poppies act as their headstones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So many died and were not found<br>their fate unknown, No man could say<br>Their bodies melded with the ground<br>but we remember still to day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The slaughter and the sacrifice<br>The useless waste of human lives.<br>They were prepared to pay the price.<br>Though a small band of them survives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each passing year their numbers fall<br>Old age more sure than shot and shell.<br>Soon there will be none at all<br>who endured that living hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The war to end all wars they said<br>You will be home by Christmas tide<br>Instead of that most would be dead.<br>Involuntary suicide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We honour those who bravely died<br>a generation of young men.<br>The best of breed on either side.<br>But still we go to war again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world has never been at peace<br>since the war to end all wars.<br>I don’t believe that wars will cease<br>as long as there are warriors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who think they can enforce their will<br>on other men by force of arms.<br>It seems that killing is a skill<br>Which can seduce men with its charms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">16-May-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: //blog.myspace.com./poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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Your trumpet pressed to your dead lips
I sound recall to let them know
this is the end of their hardships

They came as boys but died like men
From factories farms and mean back streets
They will not see their homes ..."></div>
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