Where have all the flowers gone
Finally my blood began to coagulate
As I lay dying on the ground
Taunted by their words of hate
With their guns still spitting such sharp sounds
Now I had met my final fate
No more homeward bound
My death would be honoured by a date
Faded photographs would my memory surround
All else forgotten and much too late.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2024
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