Poetry

Sunday, 16 January 2022

March on

 Oh they are going, walking down the road

Finding the friends

We have lost

But still we've knowed

Onward they march to

The tune of beating drum

Hark hear the Angels sing

Ere the mourners come


On down the road

They forever march

Into the hands of war

Which hold them in grasp

Twist them and pull them

Into monsterous form

Hark hear the Angels sing

Ere the gathering storm


Further they go from us

All loss, but who's to know

The charts upon the ocean

Where our ships are tossed

Keep up your heart's courage

Through night until the dawn

Hark hear the angels sing

The hour our hope is born

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