The Two Hundred. Poem by guy lipmore

The Two Hundred.



Another killed,
More blood spilled.
Yet another dead,
Now two hundred.
Tragic milestone,
Accustomed we've 'grown'.

15/08/09

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Another couple of fallen soldiers return from Afghanistan, it seems almost a forgotten war, then the news reminds us that it is happening.
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