Armistice
Eleventh hour—
young men perished,
their hopes and dreams all lost:
Ypres, The Marne, Verdun
of the
Eleventh day—
silent, fell guns,
and stillness took the front:
Argonne, Belleau Wood, Amiens
of the
Eleventh month—
the war men claimed
would end all others:
sadly, it did not
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2016
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