Over There

Over There
there is war,
raging in long forgotten sands.

Over there
there is blood,
it drips from mortar mine and shell

Over there
there is death,
stars winking out through a cloud's viel.

While over here there is only neglict.
We stand like stone that would rather forget.
The toil that shaped us, that keeps us free
now is scorned by its child across the sea.





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