What Have We Done
The ghost of my grandad came
to see me.
He wanted to let me know.
He fought to make a better
Europe.
He fought to let us grow.
To grow in peace and prosperity.
To see all colours as one.
To embrace each others cultures.
To live in peace as one.
My grandad sat down beside me.
He looked into my soul.
He shrugged his shoulders coldly.
And said:
Fools, what have you done?
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