War Ii Poem by Cyclopseven R
War Ii
Man dies fighting in the war, the enemy
losing all but his name and rank
only to be engraved on a plaque
and presented by the highest ranking
with a bountiful cheque and a wooden plaque
to tell the wife and children
he who die, do so not in vain
but he, this nation shall cherish ever,
at least, until another man’s departure.
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