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Peter Thomas Poem
Broken, Cold, Empty, Devoid of hope
These are the forgotten generation
These are the few who stood up
The young that fell for such a cause
Lost, scarred, unremembered,
These boys sent with hope of glory
Learn instead what it costs
To die a nameless death
Over they go with nothing to lose
Over they fall with nothing to lose
Over they die with nothing to lose
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Peter Thomas Poem
Quiet room, perhaps
The hammering of keyboards
Talking at the back
(By Peter Thomas and Dan Keir)
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Peter Thomas Poem
A man who left his country
A man who left his ties
A man who left his duty
A man free
O the advantage of perceived death,
Of being remembered for something you were not
A martyr, an untrue character, an untrue man.
The man is found
The man is taken
The man is guilty
But of what?
Bereft of responsibility
A man is chained
A man empty of soul
A man called Stonehouse.
Copyright © Peter Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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