Dunkirk
Dunkirk – How it Hurt
They once tried to survive upon the sand
That they called No-Man’s land
Bombs and bullets fell as they stared
They couldn’t breath as there was no air
But then out at sea what a commotion
Stirring up such emotion
It’s time for you to go home young man
For you no more sleeping on the sand
That was a voice that they heard
If they made it through the curve
May God bless all who served
Because you all deserve
Our unreserved
Thanks
DAMO
Copyright © Damian Keady | Year Posted 2018
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