J.A McManus

Rookie - 0 Points (19/2/1983 / Carlisle, Cumbria)

Old Friend.

Has the ball finally fell to rest
Upon your stately, broken breast?
Has the golden trumpet lost it’s tune
Amongst the flowers all in bloom?

The swine eat greedily at your flesh
They drink your blood, so sweet and fresh
Yet they hold your torch within their hands
So they may burn the foreign lands.

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