A Peacekeeper's War
In rows and rows
of quietus and grey,
are buried the brave
and I recall the day.
When brother returned
and I fell to pray,
gone my little brother
now, in earth he lay.
He went to fight a war
to keep it far away,
he was a peacekeeper
now, beneath a rose bouquet.
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January 22, 2020
Poetry/Couplet/A Peacekeepers War
Copyright Protected, 20-1218-658-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for FTI - War
Brian Strand
Podium Place One
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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