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Kyrielle

A distant village blown apart
the breaking news should break your heart,
but whats the difference if you weep?
As they have sown, so shall they reap.

Its hard to sift the truth from lies
you shrug your shoulders, roll your eyes.
Our politicians sell us cheap.
As they have sown, so we shall reap.

Red poppies round the village cross
what did we learn from so much loss?
Remember Arras, Mons and Ypres,
As we have sown, so shall we reap.

Its gone too far, were in too deep.
As we have sown, so we shall reap.

Our children sleep their blameless sleep.
As we have sown, so they shall reap.

Annie Fisher


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