FLANDERS' KILLING FIELDS

In Flanders mighty killing fields,

Where young found no protective shields,

    Cruel weapons with rapacious greed

    Sought out young lives on which to feed.

 

Each year mankind will not abstain,

Whilst warring causes death and pain.

    There’s unity in face of threat,

     When man, with danger, is beset.

 

Man’s problem solving’s still the same,

And does it not seem such a shame

    That when it comes to push and shove

    There seems no residency for love?

 

 

 

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