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Crows Banquet
Yews sang as plucked lyres
Linden wood crashed
Cacophony of screams
Orchestra plays Deaths Dance
Veteran Oaks tire
Fall to saplings
Novices mess their britches
A generation reaped
To axe and sword and mace and spear
As mourning choir of Banshees cease
Wives no longer
Crows come feast
Upturned helms, wine goblets
Shields, plates
Banquet upon the Lichfield
War romanticised
Kings canonised
And for our slain ?
Crows but pluck their eyes
Linden wood crashed
Cacophony of screams
Orchestra plays Deaths Dance
Veteran Oaks tire
Fall to saplings
Novices mess their britches
A generation reaped
To axe and sword and mace and spear
As mourning choir of Banshees cease
Wives no longer
Crows come feast
Upturned helms, wine goblets
Shields, plates
Banquet upon the Lichfield
War romanticised
Kings canonised
And for our slain ?
Crows but pluck their eyes
Published 27th May 2016
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27th May 2016 6:54pm
27th May 2016 9:24pm
From the shield wall to the modern front line...am not sure that those who did or do the dying actual did have a choice
Thanks :)
Thanks :)
28th May 2016 11:32am
Heard it said that young men die for the dreams and glory of old, angry men
Would love to see those who clamor for war be forced to be present at each battle
Or they could bring back the draft and spread the burden, pain, and fear around
Would love to see those who clamor for war be forced to be present at each battle
Or they could bring back the draft and spread the burden, pain, and fear around
