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The Quietening of the Guns
Barrage ceases
Smoke disperses
What sight awaits
Of this human curse
New craters formed
On top of old
The soil in turn
Wars ploughed fold
Cries echo
Across bloodied fields
Single bullets zip
As bodies yield
Where once were men
Of families and friends
Wanton carnage
Conflict rend
Patterns of dead
Adorn the land
Icons of death
In dark demand
Silence so serene
As the trenches fill
Naive and young
For tomorrows spill
The greatest reward
For a war that's started
Is for the war to end
And remember the departed
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James Fraser
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