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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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The big One


We could fight all men, forever…
But what is it that we must prove?
Death comes to all men regardless,
It is not a thing we can choose.
Fighting for honour is pointless,
Your enemy has honour to.
Fighting for pride is just foolish,
Pride is never a just tool.
There are so many things that we fight for
So many reasons to die.
Religion and race are the main ones…
Never will we count all their crimes.
But money really is the big one
So very many young ones have died.
Starved by the flag that they fought for,
Fed on the wealthiest lies.
Fighting must end on all fronts
Each man must stand and be firm.
If not it will be our dear children…
That will have to fight in turn!







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