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Lantern Cry Sonnet Whilst caked in mud my bandage ‘holds the line’ Defence from onslaught of a kind, unkind Should banks be breached, twould serve to undermine As blood would seep; then with lost comrades bind Such sorry state doth all confront ‘round here When torn betwixt said righteousness and wrong Young men hath grown somehow to conquer fear Midst carnage of unsightly, heaving throng Existing circumstance by stealth constrains That wouldst one day, my plea from trench be heard No more this dreadful urge within one’s veins To take a life from life; one’s soul is pared Pray rid the darkness from my weary plight By turning other cheek, perchance shed light Richard Gildea
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 20:26:04 +0000

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