Conflicts End
Neath a distant sun drenched sky where the Southern Cross is seen
Two armies face to face they meet on a battlefield pure and green
Fear of defeat is etched down deep on each brave warrior’s face
As they wait the signal to engage their weapons they embrace
With green and gold held on high one fights for their native land
The other fights for God and Country on an alien foreign strand
Each man lives in his own thoughts as they wait for the command
They know that all depends on them this is the their final stand
A final pause an awesome hush then the order comes to engage
Fearless toe to fearless toe their wicked war they do wage
The soulful sound of leather is heard striking willow crafted true
If strife were decided on this oval ground all war we could eschew
Copyright © Eamon Duffin | Year Posted 2010
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