Short Warday Poems

the day i run,
is the day i die,
because i will fight,
for what is mine....

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In South Africa during the Boer War
Granddad got the key of the door
In France during World War 1
He lay wounded when the day was done

He could have met a very bloody end
But for the bravery of his friend
So he lived to fight another day instead
And died an old man in his own bed...

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If their cause is not good
Then their government has a heavy reckoning

When all those heads, arms and legs blown off in battle
Join together at a later day and cry we died at such a place

Some crying for a doctor
Some for their wives and children left behind them

Few die well that die in battle
For how can they when blood is their argument

Now if these men do not die well
It is a black day for their government



Respect to W.S....

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