Years After the War
Host of ghost, host this valley
A kill of dreams,creams this alley
Ghost of yester noise keeps a silence
The stamped running feet, then with noise
As the racking, killing bullet makes a score
Bravery shattered in the valley of war
Call names,that holds no face
Call glory that bestow no trace
Listen, close your eyes, hold a frame
see men dead, not for fame
Now, we walk this valley in peace
Like no war ever cried here
We shake hands and cream laughter at ease
As each ghost wonder on here
Why they fought, seem too silly
In our thought we don't care really
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