Nigel Cutter Poems

SHOCKED FROM THE SHELLS AS THE WHISTLES BLEW
OVER THE TOP THE SURVIVORS WERE FEW
GASSED BY THEIR OWN AND SHOT BY THEIR BROTHERS
MISSED BY THE CHILDREN AND MOURNED BY THEIR MOTHERS
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War has no relatives
as brother kills brother
and father kills a son
mother sheds a tear
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I've got the sun on my back and i'm waisting time on you
left me without a choice and no way to air my veiws
sad thing is you think it's good you've a twisted little mind
take it from me I've walked this road and I'm tangled up in vines
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When the wild days are over
and the night becomes a blink
one day merges to another
and you've no time to think
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we were supposed to be
we were young and free
but it didnt work out that way
some one got in our way
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