War Poetry

[roque_riojas]

For we, who are old, the guns still roar.

And long forgotten, young voices call.

 

We, still live the years of mighty deeds.

And grieve for our fallen, our wounded bleed.

 

Who will ring the Bell of Freedoms song?

When we are gone? When we are gone?

 

Brian Guy.

Sapper! Veteran! Old Buffer!

 

for we who are old,

 

AMEN-AMEN-AMEN--rocky