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Intermediate. Years 7/8/9

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War

By George Walker, year 7, Elizabeth College

THEN

As rifles blow their deadly sound
Grenades are thrown like stones
Our friends die with piercing cries
Ground scattered with bones

No-one knows which way to turn
In trenches wet and deep
Bombs fall out of the darkened sky
Sending us to sleep

NOW

The stone crosses stand proudly
Over the blood soaked ground
The poppies glow like flaming fire
Noticed above the sound

Of fallen soldiers spirits
In their ghostly hoard
Their silent cries for justice
Not seen but not ignored

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