Dulce Et Decorum Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Dulce Et Decorum

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DULCE ET DECORUM

Above brave soldiers’ graves green spears grow high,
crops wave gold ears, they’ve witnessed years flow by.
Poppy enclave scene: tears keen, winds sigh,
here rinse entrenched biers clean – who heeds their cry?





30 July 1977
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