Why My Life in Concentration

Caged within the encircling wire

Heart, mind and soul afire

Afire with longing for things of home

The glorious heaths once more roam

For freedom and light is our need

But cruelty comes as we only plead

 

Thoughts come springing from far away

Of loved one's kiss, of children's play

Visions of comrads charing the fight

Clothed of Khaki - strange garb for a knight

 

Yet each one a crusader, against power and lust

Till evil is humbled far into the dust

Then free once more to safely roam

Through flowered fields to an England home

All heartbreak and sorrow past

Living in peace. Perfect at last






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