What Price Country
What price for country now
Is it what money takes a bow
To attack another is such a deed
Peace the sacrifice for diplomatic speed
Flights of black crows cover the sky
Gone are the white doves who fall and die
And khaki drills fashion the day
No more bright colours is the way
When you can’t lie safe in bed
In this lost peace will you be the grateful dead
With the only dance being macabre
Who will win no-one will stir.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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