Monday 8 July 2013

Enoch Rising

I cannot tell of old soldiers lost
but I would to each and every one:
a Voice
to sing pain and anguish out in verse
-to hear it cried out and fought and learnt 

Their agony on radiowaves
sent to every home
gather round and listen well
-These men are men that made 
the world we live in now

But to know is a terrible thing
and secretly I thank;
to know not of a time
when my men were to die
and their prayers unsent.

We've so much more to give
a debt never to be repaid 
(and repaid in kind)
the lives that were lost
-the whole world's a grave.

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