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ben nourse

Rookie (DOB=22/01/93 / poole hospital)

some sort of war poem


death, killing sprees
jews and gypsies

thundering pain
english campaign

sirens blazing
buildings blaring

babies screaming
eyes are streaming

with colour of red & white
our flag takes flight

proudly floating in the air
but still exists warfare

however imporvements can be made
with concrete, steel and a spade

for england overall does prevail
even though war covered our judgement with a veil

chinese whispers spread of hitlers death
we search for his body, width & breadth

but it still remains a mystery
and our vision will always stay blurred and cloudy

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2008
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