All the guns fell silent,
Though some had been shot
Even that morning (foolish loss).
We were singing in church at 11am,
Though a few boys and I stood outside
For a minute, in silent,
Remembering that time when all did this,
To commemorate the dead,
The Great War,
The folly and the pain
At an end.
Except it is not really at an end.
WWII, that outspring, is,
But border conflicts
Established then
Continue.
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