Flowers of the Forest again
More war years
Won’t dry the tears
On the mothers sallow cheek
When soldier boys
Have lost their toys
And return in the brittle box
A folded flag
A political gag
Placed in the mothers hands
On dusty street
Sad mothers weep
For the children dead in arms
Across the sand
Come play the band
Flowers of the Forest again
Young women cry
Old men sigh
As they dip red white and blue
It’s freedoms’ stain
And Britain’s pain
As they go marching on…
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Nice blog.
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