A harsh breeze blows on their soft faces
No trees left for wind to whistle through
But Captains blow redresses the deficit
Orders to push from safely behind
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Interesting and good poems... .............................................. Cannon fodder it’s often said of they Our boys on the front will save the day Soon there’ll be a last drawn breath A telegram of ironic regrets of death .................................................. This of stanzas strongly and painfully touches to heart///10.... Tsira
Lions led by donkeys sacrificed to hide bound minds of high command on both sides. The war to end all wars? the world has seen little peace since then