Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee;
And thou, poor Innocency;
And Love - a lad with broken wing;
Apnd Pity, too;
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What a truly beautiful piece of poetry. War truly is madness and pity does truly whisper, 'why? ' when such evils take place. Bel (with one L yes) actually does mean 'war' so this is quite a clever piece all together.
Another poem with a misspelt word - only the 4th line in ‘Apng’? ?