Shame - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
There is a war we had to wage
we do it well on open stage.
The weapons no one can defy
our reasons based on one big lie.
There is concern and consternation
at home, where mothers hide their tears
though we can offer consolation
soon we will put away our fears.
Democracy, we shall defend
the last man falls, the war will end.
Each bullet has engraved the same
it simply says, in English, SHAME.
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