Fay Slimm (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)
We'll Meet Again.
How many sing, nostalgically now
Those popular war-time songs?
Remembering the horrors, as unknown
Numbers, no matter how young
Were setting out finally, leaving behind
Sobbing sweethearts and swollen-eyed wives
To travel to terror in unknown lands
And offer the best of their unblemished lives.
Sometimes to suffer and end their short days
In bloody dark ditch, muddied black
By other young innocent blood, fazed
Beyond sense, did they know they wouldn't come back?
Will nobody ever outlaw the wars
That crucify truth, as misunderstood
Freedom? God only knows
How many false hopes courageous souls
Watched smashed, as they hummed the songs
About meeting again, such as those
They had learned just a little before
The beginning of hell that was now called war.
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