A cruel misdeed, vile and putrid,
has been in Zimbabwe committed...
Bloody blood lines already drawn,
Say our grace before combat...
The Brave Heart
Seen shades of red...
On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun...
They have no wings on their back
Made of pink satin or white linen...
Albion's white cliffs fade as do the memories of...
Us few Us brave silent poppy covered graves...
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atlantis ahead...
Bullets and rockets on rampage
Claiming innocent human lives...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...
White and puffy at both ends
Those will be our nation's eyes...
I doubt that you will think of them
But I assure you they are there...