Lonely dripping
scarlet tears
Spread their stain
across the years
Silent rivulets of
blood
Go unnoticed in the
mud
Blood stained crosses
stand in rows
As the single bugle
blows
Poppy petals in the
breeze
Hide the unseen
agonies
By the rusty barbed
wire fence
Water fills the empty
trench
Where so much young
blood was spilt
And yet the guilty
feel no guilt
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